Regarding the question of love or not, Lin Nianhe asked directly.
Comrade Wen Lan and Comrade Wang Shumei also gave a warm and patient answer:
"Are you three years old? Can't you order your own food?"
"If you can't even stomach meat, there's no place for you in this world."
At that moment, Lin Nianhe really really wanted to fight with them.
Looking at Wang Shumei, then at Wen Lan...
Friendship, your name is tolerance!
Lin Nianhe consoled herself, wiped her hands, and used chopsticks to eat.
Niuwa stared with wide eyes, carefully watching them, quietly eating without making a sound.
Wang Shumei, who had rich experience in taking care of kids, naturally looked after him, picking fish bones and serving him food with ease, not making him feel uncomfortable at all.
The heat from the dumpling soup hit his face, Niuwa gulped down his food, tears falling into his bowl and he swallowed them all in a gulp.
