This situation had clearly occurred before. Xiao Xue eyed the familiar yet detestable substance on the spoon, silent for a moment before obediently turning her head and opening her mouth to take in the spoonful of the trembling egg custard.
What came to mind, though, were countless similar conversations from the past.
"Daddy, Xiao Xue doesn't like egg custard. Can we have something else?"
"Xiao Xue is good; this is nutritious,"
…
"Daddy, I don't want to eat…"
"No, you can't be picky. Your mother has read remedies; you need three bowls of egg custard a day for your brain to be active enough…"
…
"Daddy, I can't eat anymore…"
"No, you have to eat. Your mother went through so much trouble to get these good farm eggs; we don't have any, only you get three a day... Why can't you understand how hard it is for your mother?"
