Ye Xiaomo pouted, thinking, how does such a grown-up act all mighty just from eating a bitter melon?
He followed suit, scooping up a big spoonful and stuffed his mouth full.
Zhao Gushen was eating, and indeed, it was just like what Xiao Ruofeng said.
He felt especially comfortable after eating.
Seeing Zhao Gushen eating one bite after another, Ye Xiaomo didn't want to be outdone and started eating large bites as well.
Ye Fei suppressed a laugh.
Usually, Ye Xiaomo could accept many flavors, but couldn't escape being a picky eater like other children.
He didn't like bitter melon, green peppers, or carrots.
The fried rice happened to have two of those in it.
Normally, even if encountering just one of those, getting Ye Xiaomo to eat a little would require a lot of effort.
But today, with Zhao Gushen's influence, he didn't need any persuasion, and Ye Xiaomo finished the entire plate of fried rice by himself.
Xiao Ruofeng also contentedly rubbed his stomach, feeling full.
