Nian Shutong sat beside Mingming, watching as the little fellow sat there, staring at the sky.
After the other kids sat down, the first thing they did was pick up their spoons and eat, but Mingming just sat there, daydreaming.
"Time to eat."
Nian Shutong handed the spoon to Mingming, clearly seeing the disdain in Mingming's eyes as he fiddled with the spoon in his dish, left and right, fiddling for a minute without taking a single bite.
Nian Shutong: Not mine, not mine.
Constantly reminding herself, Nian Shutong spoke up: "Mingming, eat."
Sitting there obediently, little Mingming carefully scooped up a single grain of rice, put it in his mouth, and chewed, chewed, chewed.
A single grain of rice? Are you kidding me?
"You don't like this meal?"
Nian Shutong inquired the reason, and Mingming tilted his head.
"Teacher, I'm tired."
"Huh?" Nian Shutong was momentarily dumbfounded: "You'll feel better after eating."
