Your Father is Not Honest

She had to say that the service motto of this resort was top-notch.

The dishes were sent to them when Mo Boyuan was still in the bathroom. There were even children's nutritious meals that were suitable for children. They were all made freshly.

"Jiang Tingxu, there are drumsticks!"

"I'll give you one when your father comes out. I can't give you more than that. Moreover, you have to finish all these dishes."

Erm...

"Can I not eat this?"

"Brinjal?"

The little boy nodded repeatedly.

"Hmm. Hmm."

The thing he hated the most was brinjal. He would fart after eating it, and it didn't taste good.

Although Jiang Tingxu usually doted on her son, she still wouldn't spoil him in such things.

"Ningning, let me tell you something. Children shouldn't be picky eaters.

"And this brinjal is one of the few purple vegetables. Its purple skin contains rich vitamin E and vitamin B, which the other vegetables don't have."