Seeing that Yiyi's mouth was clean and there were no traces of the meat, Du Xixi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Barbecue skewers have some substances that are not good for the body. They are delicious but somewhat harmful, so even adults can't eat too much, let alone Yiyi, who is still drinking milk.
"Ah ah!" Yiyi pouted, wanting to take a bite, but how could they let him eat it? Ke Xing took a big bite, finishing the remaining meat on the skewer, then shook the empty skewer playfully a short distance in front of Yiyi's eyes, "Hehe, no more!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Yiyi was somewhat flustered by his grandfather's actions and began to climb up Ke Xing's arm, but how could he, who wasn't even as heavy as a large goose, be a match for Ke Xing?
Ke Xing lifted his hand slightly, and Yiyi, bundled up like a ball, was picked up. To tell the truth, Yiyi swayed a bit while being lifted, like a little bouncing ball.
