Wen Shi was dissatisfied with her ignoring it.
This guy can hold his tongue; he was awakened by the smell of sauerkraut fish at dinnertime, then brushed his teeth, washed his face, and took a quick shower, acting like he hadn't eaten in five hundred years, transforming into a glutton.
Wen's mother made three dishes and a soup. Wen Yi didn't join the table due to breastfeeding. After Wen's mother and Yi Chichi each had two bowls of rice and some dishes, the rest were all devoured by him.
"Are you full?"
Wen's mother couldn't help but feel sorry for her son, thinking he looked so pitiful, like a refugee, hungry and worried he hadn't eaten enough, prepared to make something more for him.
"I'm full!"
Wen Shi burped, reclining against the chair back with satisfaction, letting out a heartfelt sigh, "Finally, I ate my fill, I haven't had a proper meal lately."
"So busy you don't even have time to eat?"
Yi Chichi and Wen's mother exchanged glances, both looking at him.
