Seeing that she couldn't get anything out of the little grandson, Madam Chen had no choice but to give up, planning to ask the older grandson in the evening when he came back, since the older grandson surely knew.
Lunchtime was just a few people, but with the little brother around, it was still lively. The little guy could now run and jump on his own, and he didn't like being fed anymore; he wanted to hold the spoon himself and eat.
Xu Mumu was quite satisfied with this. At least her brother wasn't like the other children in the brigade who needed to be fed up to several years old; some spoiled children even had to be fed well past a few years old.
However, the little lad wanted to eat by himself, but food was all over his face and the table, everywhere, which made Madam Chen feel distressed—such a waste of food.
