"Hmph, you ungrateful thing, get up and eat first, then you can go back to sleep."
At the dining table, Lin Mubai is mostly attending to An Nan's meal, peeling shrimp shells and removing fish bones, while An Nan only needs to focus on eating.
"Alright, alright, I'm full. Little White, you should eat some yourself, don't just take care of me."
Lin Mubai continues to smile faintly: "I'm fine, not hungry, you should eat more. You probably didn't eat well in the United States these days."
Speaking of this, An Nan starts to complain: "Little White, you have no idea. The food in the United States is simply not meant for humans. It's all junk food, nothing but junk food. After much effort finding a Chinese restaurant, the food is just inedible."
The more An Nan talks, the more her tone becomes plaintive: "Little White, I think my tastes have become too picky because of you. What will I do if I don't have you in the future?"
