Rong Yan was both amused and exasperated, holding back laughter as she answered him, "Just eat until you're full, don't overeat. Otherwise, you'll have to see a doctor for a stomachache tonight, and the doctor will give you an injection. You don't like injections, do you?"
"..." Li Duidui pursed his lips, hesitating without saying a word.
He was, after all, her son, so how could Rong Yan not know what was going on in his little mind? She smiled and said, "If you like eating them, we can make them again next time. Next time, we'll make dumplings. Dumplings wrapped in wonton dough are delicious and very cute."
Li Duidui wasn't particularly fond of wontons; he just enjoyed the fun of cooking with her. When he heard this, he immediately said, "And grandma."
It shouldn't be just the two of them; grandma would be very happy too. He wanted to involve grandma so everyone could be happy together.
