"You're back. Just now, the kitchen sent over a few new dishes. I was just about to tell you about it. How can we finish so much where there are only three of us at home? It'd be a waste."
Little Bear nibbled on a pig trotter and replied vaguely, "Good children don't waste food."
"Eat your food. Why are you talking so much?" Qi Haoran wiped his mouth and sat down at the side. Rain quickly scooped a bowl of rice and brought it over. Qi Haoran first tasted the newly-served dishes and nodded as he picked up a piece for Mu Yangling. "Try it. It's not bad."
Mu Yangling could already feel the nausea welling up, but she still ate a mouthful of it. Surprisingly, she didn't vomit it out. After exhaling, she said with a smile, "It's not bad."