"I have to learn, definitely learn well, so I can make lots of delicious food."
Everyone laughed at this, realizing it was all for the sake of eating. Indeed, he was still a little baby! Didn't he consider what he just ate?
Not long after, Qian Yizheng came in with tea, seeing several people gathered together, "What are you doing? Nuonuo, what's wrong with you?"
He noticed the little brother, whose face was just flushed, was now a bit pale.
After he asked, he saw the fried rice being vomited on the ground, and his face turned unpleasant as he glanced at the teapot in his hand, the tea inside was still hot.
Then he looked at the fruit already placed on the table.
"Nuonuo, have some more fruit. Brother Zheng will go get you some preserved fruit." He spoke as he put down the teapot, ready to go out again.
"Brother Zheng, Nuonuo has preserved fruit here."
The little baby reached out to grab Qian Yizheng's sleeve, speaking softly.
