"Mom, try this roast suckling pig; I think it's even better than the one at Gather Tower." As he spoke, he picked up a piece for Ye Zi'an. "Dad, you have some too."
"Thank you, son. You should eat too."
Yang Chuxia looked at him with a smile.
Lele saw this and tapped his own bowl. "Hey, what about your brother's?"
"Look at you, being so fussy." Yangyang pouted and added a crystal pork knuckle to Lele's bowl. "Here, such a big piece, eat up, this should shut your mouth."
"My little brother, complaining about me talking too much." Lele flicked him on the forehead. "You're asking for it."
"Brother, you're just tickling me."
Yangyang laughed and grabbed a big chicken leg, but barely took two bites before he suddenly groaned.
"Mom, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the toilet."
"Then hurry up and go." Yang Chuxia didn't think much and let him go.
Once Yangyang got to the back yard, he straightened up and showed no signs of pain.
