Wen Jiaren looked at that large glass of milk, her pretty face all scrunched up, "Mr. Mu, I just finished that huge bowl of meat porridge, and I even had an egg, plus a sausage, are you feeding me like a pig?"
Mu Qian's smile grew deeper, "If you don't drink it, I'll have to withdraw my previous promise."
Mu Qian's words were enough to make Wen Jiaren unwilling, "Why should I? I ate so much food, that's enough nutrition for sure, if I drink more I'll definitely exceed my protein limit, Mr. Mu, this milk, there's no way I'm drinking it, and I'd rather die than concede."
Mu Qian chuckled, "Lady Wen, I must remind you, your behavior might have a bad influence on Xiao'er, leading him to develop a habit of wastage from a young age."
Is it so serious? Has a glass of milk become an educational issue?
