Ye Qingqing suppressed her anger, picked up her bowl and chopsticks and ate breakfast. There was still half an hour before the kindergarten closed, and it would take ten minutes to get there. She had twenty minutes left, more than enough time.

But that's for ordinary children. For her dawdling son, even two hours wouldn't be enough.

Lin Shufang glanced at Ye Qingqing, who had a sullen face, gently nudged the little pig who was slowly munching on a bun, and whispered, "Eat quickly, or your mom will get angry again."

Sigh, her precious grandson is good in every way—smart, sweet-talking, handsome, and healthy. He's just a little bit short of being perfect; that one thing is that he's a bit of a fussy person.

It's really too slow. It takes him an hour to eat breakfast, and that's with us speeding up. If no one urges him, this little guy could eat for most of the day.

The little pig glanced at Ye Qingqing, who was eating with her head down, and looked very calm. Mom probably won't get angry, right?

"Grandma, you should chew slowly and carefully."

The little pig doesn't like to eat too fast. It chews slowly so that it can taste the deliciousness of the food. Even the most ordinary steamed bun will taste slightly sweet if chewed for a long time. It's so delicious.

Clang!

Ye Qingqing's porridge spoon slammed heavily against the edge of the bowl. The little pig trembled and instinctively chewed faster. Its mother seemed unhappy. Sigh, it's better to chew less.

But the little pig, who had already developed the habit of chewing slowly, couldn't go much faster no matter how fast it ate. In Ye Qingqing's eyes, it was like watching a slow-motion scene in a movie, and her anger flared up until she could no longer hold back.

"There are still 25 minutes until school starts, and the journey takes 10 minutes, so you only have 15 minutes."

Ye Qingqing placed the watch in front of the pig as her first warning.

"oh……"

The little pig responded with a drawn-out sound and squinted faster, but Ye Qingqing was still not satisfied. Even an old lady without teeth could eat faster than this guy. This little guy's teeth had almost all grown in, so his speed could be increased tenfold.

"Lu Xing, twelve minutes left."

With her second warning, Ye Qingqing's voice was even colder, her teeth grinding together. A month had passed since the start of the school year, and every morning at breakfast time had been spent amidst her roars.

The little pig shuddered. His mother was calling his full name. Something was wrong. Oh well, he'd better eat faster.

It's a pity I didn't do justice to Grandma's cooking.

"Mom, you eat so fast, it's disrespectful to the food." Little Pig couldn't help but complain. Both Mom and Dad ate too hastily, especially Dad, who wolfed down his food like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit, swallowing it without even tasting it.

Ye Qingqing's lips twitched, and she said coldly, "Is eating slowly like this a way of respecting food? There are only 24 hours in a day, and you're wasting five or six hours eating. Is that how you respect your time?"

Five or six hours are wasted on other things, which means that half of the 24 hours in a day are wasted on dawdling. It's not a big deal now that the little pig is young, but if he develops a habit of dawdling from a young age, he will only become more and more dawdling as he grows up.

Her studies and work will be affected as a result. What others can do in an hour, her son will take two or even three hours. How can he compete with others like this?

They will be eliminated by society sooner or later.

Ye Qingqing was genuinely worried. Normal dawdling was one thing, but her son was a severe case of late-stage dawdling, and she had to correct him.

"Lu Xing, you have five minutes to finish your breakfast, or you won't eat at all!" Ye Qingqing warned coldly.