"Children won't grow tall if they're hungry. I remember Xiaoruo seems to have grown a head taller than you, hasn't she?"
That statement hit like the atomic bomb on Hiroshima,
and blasted away all of Chi Jingchen's resistance.
He pursed his small mouth, concededly admitting that he would eat first, "Okay then."
Chi Enen got up and went to the kitchen to prepare his steak first, then served it to him before returning to sit down with the plate of still steaming boiled shrimp in front of her and started peeling the shrimp shells for him.
Chi Jingchen had grown up overseas and was perfectly versed in Western dining etiquette.
Even though he was still so young and the knife and fork were a bit too large for him, his small frame would sit up straight as an arrow, elegantly and perfectly slicing the steak just like a little prince from the Medieval times, his movements precisely correct.