Hua Xiaomai had never seen her son eat with such ravenousness in her entire life.
At the dining table, little Walnut ate as if he had been starving for three days straight, clutching the bowl in front of him and refusing to let go. He tried all five dipping sauces one by one and finally settled on a little dish of sesame oil with fermented bean curd and pickled mustard grains, his chopsticks busily summoning the lamb from the hotpot.
Sister-in-law Qin was taking care of the three children and was so dumbstruck by little Walnut's tornado-like speed that she didn't want to speak up, but she couldn't hold back. She gently tapped him and softly persuaded, "Eat slower, no one is fighting you for it. Eating so recklessly, you'll have a stomachache later."
She murmured softly to herself, "A child raised in a honey pot, never having suffered, how can he be so hungry?"
