"That makes sense," Aunt Mei, also a traditional woman, held the ancestral rules in high regard. "If you can eat now, eat more. Later on, if there's something you shouldn't eat, don't eat it. It's bad for your health and for the child's as well."
"Mom, how about we have hotpot tonight?" It was already winter, and nothing beats hotpot in the winter.
Moreover, the house had a coal stove; the whole family sitting in the courtyard around the stove, eating hotpot—it was a beautiful scene just to think about.
"To say you're even greedier than me, Mom wouldn't believe it. Listen to yourself, my daughter never spares a meal," Su Peng said, chuckling at Xiaofeng's remark.
This sister of his truly was the family's lucky star. No matter what she wanted to eat, he would agree.
