"Enough, enough, you have so many little words. Where did you learn them? I can't sleep at night because I didn't eat enough."

Although Yang Baiyi's words sounded very fluent, Lin Xiao felt that it made no sense at all. One would feel comfortable only if one had a full dinner.

"I just thought it was easy to say, so I just said it casually."

Yang Baiyi smiled awkwardly.

People have just had enough to eat in the past few years and have not yet been troubled by the three highs and obesity, so this set of words is not really applicable now.

Wang Zhichao leaned on the corner of the table, eating buns in small bites, trying not to make any noise.

Yang Baiyi saw it but didn't say much. Sometimes the more you tell someone to be more relaxed, the more uncomfortable they will feel. It's best to pretend not to see it.

Wang Zhichao ate one bun and stopped eating. He drank the porridge in small sips with some pickles.

"Master Wang, your task is to make three buns, and you will have to ride the tricycle later."

Yang Baiyi pushed the plate of buns in front of Wang Zhichao.

"Little brother, these meat buns are so expensive, it would be a waste if I ate them. You guys can eat them. If you can't finish them, you can take them home and heat them up."

After eating a steamed bun and drinking a bowl of millet porridge early in the morning, Wang Zhichao felt warm from head to toe.

Although the meat buns were delicious, he was indeed not full, but he knew his limits. His younger brother was generous and treated him to a meal, so he felt embarrassed to eat too much himself!

“When you invite people to dinner, there’s no reason not to let them eat their fill. Eat as much as you want until you’re full.

If you can't finish it, you can take it back. I don't have the habit of eating the same food twice a day."