The little pig paused in its munching on the bun, and its body trembled slightly. Lin Shufang couldn't bear to see it and gently comforted it, "The little pig is still small, it's normal for it to be a little slow. It will get better when it grows up."

"Mom, is he just slow? Can you calculate how long he's been eating? It's been at least an hour, right? Who takes an hour to eat breakfast? And he's not even finished in an hour, is he planning to eat all day?"

Ye Qingqing couldn't suppress her anger any longer, and her voice rose considerably. It was because Lin Shufang and the old man spoiled the little pig too much that this brat became unruly and developed a bad habit of dawdling. Even Lu Mo couldn't do anything about this brat.

He's only three years old now, so it's still possible to correct his behavior. Ye Qingqing suddenly realized that she absolutely cannot indulge the little pig anymore, otherwise he'll not only fail to become a talent, but he might also become a useless piece of trash.

The little pig shrank his neck again, looking at the bun in his hand with a conflicted expression. Should he eat it faster?

Eating too fast really makes the food taste bad. When Mom and Dad eat, they are actually wasting food. They don't absorb all the nutrients, and it all turns into poop and goes out.

But with his mother so irritable right now, he'd better not go and step on a landmine. As Niu Niu said, "When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we advance." Now he has to retreat.

"Mom, I'm eating too fast."

The little pig yelled loudly, stuffing the remaining half of the bun into its mouth, chewing a few times before swallowing. Lin Shufang cried out anxiously, "Eat slowly, ouch... you'll choke..."

"vomit……"

Sure enough, he choked.

The little pig overestimated its esophagus and couldn't possibly hold such a large bun at once, causing a traffic jam. It choked so badly that its eyes rolled back and it kept gagging, which terrified Lin Shufang, who kept patting its back.

"Spit it all out... Don't swallow it..."

Just as the little pig was about to vomit, he changed his mind, shook his head at Lin Shufang, looked pitifully at Ye Qingqing, and tried to swallow, gagging even more violently.

Ye Qingqing felt both heartache and anger, but she forced herself not to soften. This little guy had always been like this; he would gag if he ate too quickly. His throat was thinner than a straw, and if he put even a little too much food in his mouth, he would choke half to death.

She used to be just as worried as Lin Shufang, so she didn't force the pig to eat faster. But who would have thought that the pig would eat slower and slower, until now it's even slower than a snail.

Ye Qingqing then realized that she couldn't ignore her son anymore; she had to be ruthless and correct this brat's bad habits.

"Eat after you've thrown up. You have eight minutes left!"

Ye Qingqing's voice was icy cold, showing no pity whatsoever. Little Pig's heart sank; his mother had turned to stone. This was going to be difficult.

Lin Shufang couldn't stand it and advised, "He's only in kindergarten now, it's okay if he's a little late. Don't force him to eat if he can't eat quickly. He just threw up everything. If he really chokes, you'll regret it."

Ye Qingqing looked at Lin Shufang helplessly. No wonder people say that grandparents love their grandchildren more. Nine out of ten grandparents spoil their grandchildren. She used to think that Lin Shufang would never do that.

But as it turns out, she was wrong.

Lin Shufang and the old man perfectly prove that the bond between grandparents and grandchildren is indeed an eternal truth, and these two are the biggest help to Xiaozhu's current snail-like speed.

"Mom, can you please stop interfering with my discipline of Xiaozhu? How am I supposed to educate him if this happens? This is the most crucial time. If Xiaozhu doesn't develop good habits, how will he adapt to school and society in the future?" Ye Qingqing looked helplessly at Lin Shufang, hoping to persuade her.