"Come, Caiyi, try this."
"Come, Caiyi, this taste is the lightest, most suitable for you!"
"Caiyi, you must love this bamboo shoot strip..."
At the dining table, Mi Jiangxue kept placing food on Caiyi's plate, piling it up like a small mountain in front of her.
"Mom, if you keep adding more, aren't you going to need to switch to a basin for Caiyi!"
Ye Zhen muttered a remark, which made his mother, Mi Jiangxue, start feeling self-reproachful, "Look at me, I'm just too happy, aren't I?"
"Come, Caiyi, whatever you don't like, put it in mom's bowl."
This scene made Ye Zhen both laugh and cry.
Nowadays, the Ye family was also considered a wealthy and noble family, yet his parents were used to being frugal and rarely consented to waste.
"It's okay, I love all of it."
Unexpectedly, Caiyi was somewhat insistent.
What followed next stunned Ye Zhen even more.
Ye Zhen was familiar with Caiyi's appetite—she usually ate very little, very blandly, just a toddler-sized small bowl.