"Nianan, eat some more."
At the dinner table, Lin Nianhe was looking after Xu Nianan, urging her to eat a bit more.
The little girl, once she saw her dad, was just focused on talking. If Lin Nianhe hadn't been constantly giving her pieces of meat, she might have forgotten to eat altogether.
On the other side, Ji Mingyi was like a hungry wolf.
With a flick of his chopsticks, he grabbed a whole plate of mutton and threw it into the pot. As thin as cicada wings, the mutton changed color the moment it hit the water, and with another scoop, his bowl was full.
Any sense of Ji Little Young Master's manners, any dining etiquette, went out the window.
Ji Mingyi said that only those who weren't truly hungry could worry about whether they looked good while eating.
Lin Nianhe watched him as if he wished he could eat the whole pot and clicked his tongue: "Brother Mingyi, you're going to make me think the charity fund is running short with how you're eating."
