Mother Ann smiled nonchalantly, "Little Jian is a boy, he looks better when he's chubbier." Saying that, she used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of rib and placed it in Fatty's bowl, tenderly saying, "Look at him, when did his face ever get this sharp? Don't you all feel sorry for him?"
"We?" Milan was startled, gave a quick glance at the embarrassed Ann Lei and Bonnie, and stammered, "Why should I feel sorry..." For a moment, she couldn't figure out if Mother Ann had said it intentionally or simply made a slip of the tongue. In the end, feeling guilty, she mumbled a few words and shut her mouth.
"Err..." Fatty was also so shocked that he shivered, nearly choking on the rice in his mouth.
Mother Ann hurriedly patted Fatty's back as he coughed repeatedly, while giving him a reproachful look. That look seemed to understand everything, making Fatty break out in a cold sweat.
