"Wow, this braised pork looks delicious!"
At the dinner table, Zhu Dan couldn't wait and snatched a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into her mouth, then gave Zhu Defu a thumbs-up, "Dad, you've still got it, this braised pork is top-notch."
"You're an adult now, you shouldn't be eating with your hands. Go wash your hands and then eat."
Zhu Dan's mother rolled her eyes.
"Let her be, she's not dirty. We're among family here, and if she likes it, she should eat more!"
Zhu Defu, usually so restrained, was now smiling affectionately, especially when he looked at his daughter, so doting.
"You just spoil her. She's thirty and still acts like a child."
Zhu Dan's mother rolled her eyes at Zhu Defu.