Wen Ran's words had just left her mouth when Ziyi immediately drooped his head, looking at her with forlorn eyes.
As if to say, Mom, I'm your flesh and blood, how could you do this?
Mo Xiuchen curled his lips in satisfaction, "Alright then, let's go with what Ranran said. Keep the eggs that Qingqing peeled, take your time eating them tomorrow. None of us will help you eat them."
Since Ziyi wants to spoil Qingqing, he has to deal with the consequences himself.
Ziyi slightly pursed his lips, "How about I pay for these eggs, is that okay?"
"Of course not. Even if you buy them, you still can't waste them."
It was Wen Ran who spoke. After saying this, she softened her tone a bit, "Ziyi, you must remember, no matter when or how rich you are, you must never waste food."
Ziyi fell silent for a moment, just as he was about to speak again, Zhang Minghui beside him smiled and said, "Uncle Mo, Aunt Wen, I can help Ziyi eat."
"How many can you eat?"
