The small bowl steamed as it traced a beautiful parabola through the air, yet not a drop of soup was spilled.
Jiaming looked at his mother's series of actions in astonishment, unable to react.
Compared to her careless son, Su Li cared more about the sweet soup in her hand.
Seeing that nothing had spilled, her mood improved somewhat, then she turned and said unhappily, "What are you doing? You were the one who said you didn't want to drink it. Didn't your father ever teach you that a gentleman must keep his word? If you say you won't drink it, then you absolutely won't drink it."
Su Li meticulously chose her words, having no intention of sharing the sweet soup with her son.
It was the first time Jiaming faced such an unreasonable side of his mother, yet he had no idea how to argue his case.
Xiao Xiao watched the scene in a daze, her mouth agape.