It Tasted Like Mother's Cooking

Little Grape was only three years old. He found the spoon unhelpful and applied his fingers instead.

"Little Grape, how could you…"

Huo Yunshen found it very improper and tried to correct him. But Auntie Lan smiled and stopped him. She was trying to remind him that as long as the little prince was willing to eat, he should not be worried about his manners now.

Huo Yunshen said nothing further. But he did wonder how the wonton noodle could be so yummy.

It smelled good indeed.

"Seriously is that so good?"

Seeing her brother enjoying it, Ying Bao tried one piece and found it indeed yummy.

It even tasted like her mother's cooking!

"Yummy! So yummy! I want one more!"

Seeing his sister coming for his food again, Little Grape took away his bowl and complained. "No more for you! I'm running out!"

"You stingy boy! Just one more!"

"No way! Not even one!"