Wen Wan listened, gently patting his little head, "Don't shout nonsense, you hear?"
Jinbao, who had been extremely excited, quieted down instantly after Wen Wan's pat, looking up at his mother.
Wen Wan thought he was going to cry and was about to comfort him. Unexpectedly, the little guy watched for a while, then opened his mouth with a cry to indicate he wanted to eat.
Wen Wan continued to feed him a few spoonfuls. Only then did the little guy shake his head, and while Wen Wan was talking to Lin Xiaoyue, he tightly gripped the small wooden spoon dug by his grandpa, and spoon by spoon, he piled the chicken congee from the bowl onto the table.
Wen Wan finished speaking and lowered her head, seeing the mess on the table, "..."
Lin Xiaoyue saw it too, clutching her stomach, almost laughing herself breathless.
