When Zhou Cuilan spoke to Si Bao, he suddenly perked up, his eyes shining brightly. He leaned in, sniffed near Zhou Cuilan's mouth, and stated with absolute certainty, "Grandma, what did you eat? It smells so good. Can Si Bao have some too, please?"
Zhou Cuilan immediately panicked. Oh no, I forgot to brush my teeth! Now I'm in for it; the little guy has me cornered.
At this, Zhou Cuilan began to put on an act. "Grandma didn't eat anything! Didn't I eat with you all today? I certainly didn't sneak any snacks!"
But no matter how superb her performance was, Si Bao only cared about the facts. He shook his head and declared, "That's the smell of meat, the smell of little fish. I can smell it!"
Zhou Cuilan and the others were stunned. Does he not only have the nose of a bloodhound but investigative and analytical skills to boot?
Er Bao, who never missed a chance to join in on the excitement, quickly chimed in, "Er Bao wants meaty meat, too! Meaty meat!"
