After Song Yinyin got up and finished washing in the morning, she went downstairs and saw that Song Dabai was already up and eating breakfast at the dining table.
The little guy looked listless, like he didn't have much of an appetite.
A durian-flavored pizza and a big bowl of milk were set in front of him, and he hadn't touched any of it.
Song Yinyin walked over, rubbed his head, and said, "Why aren't you eating breakfast? Is something making you feel unwell?"
"Mommy, I don't want to drink it."
Song Yinyin froze. "Why? Isn't milk and durian-flavored pizza your favorite?"
Song Dabai pouted and complained, "Don't even mention it. These past few days at school, that noisy sparrow keeps bringing me a box of milk every single day. I'm sick of drinking it. Now I feel awful whenever I see milk."
Sparrow?
