Jiaojiao was annoyed because the grilled squid vendor kept comparing her with Chen Tong, which she found absolutely disgusting.
"He just ran a small errand for my brother to buy some squid, and suddenly he's praised to high heaven? I've run so many errands for my brother since I was little—if you lined them up, they'd stretch as far as several dozen Wang Family compounds!"
When Yu Jingting came back, he heard his sister complaining.
"What are you talking about? Oh, grilled squid, get me one."
Jiaojiao forcefully slapped away his reaching hand.
"This high-protein stuff will fatten you up if you eat too much; you already had some at noon, don't eat it again at night."
"I can get fat instead of Dad." The dutiful son Bobo raised his hand.
Yu Jingting frowned.
"What's gotten into this girl, mumbling all that nonsense? When did I eat it at noon?"