"Haven't they not been eating properly?"
Wen Yan guessed that this little guy, after tasting the flavor, wasn't willing to eat the tasteless meals properly anymore.
"Not at all, he eats quite a lot, has a good appetite."
"..."
Hearing this, Wen Yan immediately felt more assertive. Since he's still eating well, absolutely no spoiling him, as he carried his silly son towards Pei Tugou's home.
The silly son, seeing that he couldn't get anything to eat, started crying loudly, and Wen Yan patted his little bottom.
"So young yet greedier than a sparrow cat, what will become of you in the future? If you cry again, you won't be allowed to eat in the future. Stop crying, and I'll let you taste it again next time."
Whether he understood or felt crying was useless, the silly son instantly changed his expression. After wailing for a while with a tearless face, he instantly returned to his silly, innocent look, smacking his lips.
