Long Ling'er stood enthusiastically beside the dining table, her bright eyes eagerly watching him, as if she couldn't wait to see him drink it, completely ignoring the subtle helplessness at the corner of his mouth.
"Uncle, eat up. I spent a long time making this. Try my cooking. If you like it, I can make it for you every day."
Looking at her innocent and naive face, Yeh Huang couldn't help but want to reach out and wipe the dirt off her face, but he raised his hand, not to touch her face, but to pick up the spoon on the table and scoop a spoonful, slowly beginning to drink. After taking a sip, Long Ling'er promptly asked, "How is it, how is it?"
Yeh Huang calmly looked up, expressionlessly saying to her, "It's alright."
"Really? That's great!"
Long Ling'er excitedly approached, giving Yeh Huang an enthusiastic hug, then began to hop and jump...
