Yu Ziqian came down the stairs. "Great grandma, great grandpa, grandma, grandpa... good morning."
Then, as if he didn't see his dad and mom, he directly sat down in the dining chair.
An Ning, as usual, prepared milk for Qianqian. "Just heated, with a tiny bit of sugar, it's a bit sweet, but not too much."
Yu Ziqian didn't touch the milk.
An Ning cautiously asked, "Then do you want some dumplings?"
Yu Ziqian picked up the milk and drank it, then ate two pieces of bread. He meant he wouldn't eat dumplings; eating bread was enough for him.
An Ning didn't persuade him otherwise.
Yu Ziqian took his schoolbag to leave for school. The insulated lunch box, An Ning had already put in the car.
At school, the driver handed the lunch box directly to Yu Ziqian.
Although Yu Ziqian was very headstrong, he was definitely a kind child. So he couldn't do something like throwing the lunch box away.
Lunchtime was difficult; it was one of the worst meals.
