Xin Er was alright, she cherished the days when there was no worry about food and clothing, but Zhenzhen was still young and fickle, and lately she started to be picky about her food and liked to leave leftovers in her bowl, which was not a good habit.
When Zhenzhen heard this, he knew his sister was talking about him. Remembering his wasteful behavior made his face turn red with embarrassment. He tugged at his sister's sleeve and pleaded, "Big sister, Zhenzhen knows he was wrong, and will not waste food anymore. Please don't be angry, alright?"
How could Mo Yan be angry with him? Hearing his childish and tender voice, her heart had already melted away, but she still needed to teach him a lesson, "It's good that you know you were wrong! Before you waste food again, think about the hard days in the past. If you can't remember, just look at those people on the streets who have no clothes to wear and no food to eat, always remind yourself not to waste."