The restaurant was full, so we sat outside to eat, the dense crowd had become a part of Bug Street's scenery.
"Boss, I'll have a bowl of hot and sour rice noodles, with less chili, please."
Because Xin Ai was too little, Lan Xin Ai didn't dare let him eat food with too much chili.
"I want a big portion," Xin Ai immediately said.
"No, a big portion is too much. Your little stomach can't eat that much."
Lan Xin Ai stopped him right away.
"When can I eat a big portion then?"
Xin Ai, smelling the aroma, was swallowing saliva.
"When you're grown up."
"When will I be grown up?"
Xin Ai's tone was filled with longing. Kids always wonder when they'll grow up because, in their world, growing up seems like a wonderful thing.
"When Mommy gets old, you'll be grown up."
Lan Xin Ai stroked his little head.
By that time, she'd be old, and Mr. Xi would be old too. Then the two of them would travel the world together, what beautiful days those would be.
"I don't want Mommy to get old."
