"Bleh bleh bleh..."
After hearing too much from her mother, Qiu Yan got a bit irritated and then suddenly began to retch.
"This child must have overeaten, her stomach is upset."
Mrs. Qiu helplessly watched her daughter: "You should eat these sour plums sparingly, nibbling on them constantly. Just watching you makes my cheeks ache with sourness."
"They're not sour, they're quite delicious."
"No matter how delicious they are, everything needs moderation. Eating too much will upset your stomach."
Are these plums not sour?
Mrs. Qiu grabbed one and popped it into her mouth, her face scrunched up with sourness.
If it weren't for her good upbringing, Mrs. Qiu would have spat it out right away.
"You child..." She finally managed to swallow it: "How can you say they're not sour?"
She actually believed it!
Mrs. Qiu, who never liked sour food, got tricked by her daughter today.
"They're really not sour, quite tasty."
She ate one after another, Qiu Yan didn't stop.
