Lin Qi looked at Han with a suspicious gaze, taking in his faux-calm little expression.
Han shifted again, his ten cute toes squeezed tightly together, covering the number on the scale thoroughly so Lin Qi couldn't see it.
Momo commented from the side: "It must be over 28 now."
Han, with his face flushed, argued: "It's not!"
Momo gently patted his shoulder: "Han, it's time to lose some weight."
Han's eyes filled with aggrieved tears: "No!"
He hopped off the scale and cozied up to Momo, wagging his tail and begging pitifully: "I don't want to diet."
He was afraid Momo would stop cooking delicious food for him if he had to diet.
Momo found himself between laughter and tears: "Can't you have a little backbone!"
Little did he know, the little foodie had no such backbone.
Han clasped his hands together, worshipping Momo like a Buddhist deity: "Wuwuwu, Momo, I don't want to diet…"
Lin Qi bent over laughing on the side.