Ye Qian also knew she shouldn't have acted that way, but after having dinner, she couldn't help but went to the Zhao Family. Ever since Ye Ling started school six months ago, she had been buying buns at the school cafeteria and hardly ate any dishes. Today at the Zhao Family, Grandma Zhao made four dishes; eggplant, scrambled eggs, braised pork, and a fish. For Ye Ling, it was akin to celebrating the New Year.
With plain white rice and hot dishes, Ye Ling, although hadn't eaten dishes for a long time, still ate slowly. And because she had been eating less, even no matter how delicious the meal was, she only ate half a bowl of rice and was full.
But Mrs. Zhao still kept adding food to her bowl, "Look at how thin you are, eat more, you need to finish this bowl of rice."
"Grandma Zhao, please don't add more, I really can't eat anymore." Ye Ling laughed as she moved some food from her bowl to Zhao Guodong's bowl, "I see you're at the age to grow, eat more."
