"Then I'll drink a bit more, eat a bit more, and have dinner later, okay? I can still eat a lot for dinner." Wen Xiao'ai said and sat back down.
"Eat on the bed." Jun Moyan pulled her up again, picked up her little cake and candy from the floor, and placed them on the bedside table for her to eat on the bed.
"If you don't finish a bowl of rice at dinner, just watch how I'll deal with you." He turned his head and said to the little one holding a big cup of milk tea, then picked up the little cake and sat down on the bed to feed Wen Xiao'ai.
The little one suddenly felt that the milk tea in his mouth was no longer fragrant. Not only was it not fragrant, but it was a bit bitter...
Seeing the little one upset, Wen Xiao'ai quickly put down the milk tea and reached out towards the little one: "An'an, come over, let's eat the cake together."
The little one looked at Jun Moyan, then walked towards Wen Xiao'ai, but before he could reach Wen Xiao'ai, he was stopped by his dad.
