Jiangjiang tilted his little face up and sized up his Second Uncle. "Second Uncle, your ear..."
"I heard from Big Brother that you've been picky at home, and you're not eating carrots again?" Jiang Jinsang spoke in a light tone, but no one knew how tightly his heart was clenched and how fast it was beating.
As soon as the carrot warning was issued, the little guy's face fell, his facial features twisted together, standing in place like a pitiful, unloved little bok choy.
He subconsciously glanced at Tang Wan not far away, seeming to seek her support.
Jiang Jinsang saw right through his thoughts and slightly curved his lips, "No one likes a picky eater."
Jiangjiang pouted, "I'm not picky at all!"
After saying that, he huffed and snorted coldly at Jiang Jinsang...
"Alright then, I'll take you to eat carrots at noon."
Jiangjiang: "..."
When Tang Wan came over and saw Jiangjiang with a drooping face, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"