Yan Xinrou opened the lunchbox, and Lin Tian sniffed it but didn't detect any aroma. However, seeing the fish soup inside, his stomach began to growl.
Yan Xinrou chuckled and said, "Hungry, aren't you? This is carp soup, made for your dad. He can't eat many things because of his illness. Carp soup is very suitable: it's rich in protein without too much fat. Today, you'll have to make do with this; I'll prepare something better for you tomorrow."
Lin Tian resisted his hunger and said, "It's not right for me to eat this. What will Uncle eat then?"
"He's too chubby; skipping a meal won't matter," Yan Xinrou said confidently.
"Uh..." Lin Tian glanced at the lunchbox Liou Qingcheng had bought, saying, "Qingcheng has already bought food; I'll eat that."
"Are you rejecting my fish soup?" Yan Xinrou asked sternly yet hesitantly.
Lin Tian quickly shook his head, like a rattle drum.
