Lin Wan Yi slowly put down the little porcelain spoon in her hand.
The spoon clinked against the edge of the bowl, making a crisp sound.
In this deliberately quiet moment, the sound was particularly clear.
She raised her head, her gaze falling on Sun Cuixia.
That gaze was very calm, without anger or any ripple, as if she were looking at a stranger.
"Children are growing, as long as they eat their fill."
Lin Wan Yi spoke in a gentle voice, with a hint of a smile.
Sun Cuixia's face suddenly turned red.
She felt as if the punch she had thrown with all her might had landed on cotton.
No.
Even more uncomfortable than hitting cotton.
Lin Wan Yi's words, her demeanor, made Sun Cuixia's earlier snide remarks seem like the ramblings of an ignorant madwoman.
A few families nearby, who were enjoying the cool air, couldn't help but let the corners of their mouths twitch.
Although it was quickly suppressed, Sun Cuixia still caught that hint of a smile.
