Mu Yuanxiu adjusted the bow on his shoulder to a comfortable position, urging Prince Luling, "Let's go, Uncle Li?"
Prince Luling hesitated at the doorstep.
It rained lightly all morning yesterday, and although it stopped later, the sun has yet to come out until now.
The ground remains slippery and muddy.
Walking from here to Mr. Song's house requires roughly an eight-mile journey.
Will it take forever to get there?
"Dad, you promised yesterday, vowed to lose weight, and walking is the best method for weight loss," Li Yuzhu said, looking at him.
Prince Luling, fearing fatigue, frowned and asked, "Is there another method?"
Li Yuzhu smirked in exasperation; he swore convincingly yesterday, and today he wants to backtrack?
"Yes, eat a little less. You ate just as much as usual this morning: two bowls of porridge, four pancakes, and a plate of jerky. So eat less for lunch, eat as much as I do," Li Yuzhu said.
