The rice is also drawn separately.
There are also various dishes, all of which are painted in the original appearance of the ingredients.
Even illiterate people can probably understand it.
Xin Guoguo pointed in the direction of the menu:
"Is there anything Zhirong would like to eat?"
Little Zhirong has been watching with his mother for quite a while.
He can basically understand those cards.
He looked at the rice the person at the next table was eating and couldn't help swallowing.
Hearing his mother's question, he shook his head: "Mom, I'm not hungry. I'll eat when I get home."
He had heard from Xiao Yuanshi and his second uncle that his mother didn't earn money, so she probably didn't have much money.
He was already very satisfied that his mother could keep him.
He can't hold back and waste his mother's money anymore.
Xin Guoguo didn't correct him.
No matter how much I say, this little guy just doesn't feel safe.
And a sense of security is not something that can be expressed with words.
"Okay. Let's have a big bowl of rice and a few dishes."
The rice was not pure white rice. It seemed to be mixed with japonica rice and cornmeal.
However, even with rice like this, in the past, Xin Guoguo was the only one who could occasionally eat porridge in the Xin family.
The little guy emphasized again: "Mom, I'm not hungry."
"Okay, okay, I know you're not hungry. But I am. Eating alone is so boring. Just treat it as keeping me company, okay? Can you bear to see your poor mother eating alone?"
I have to say, Xin Guoguo knows how to arouse people's sympathy.
Especially such a sensible child.
As soon as Xin Guoguo showed a sad expression, Xiaotuanzi couldn't stand it anymore.
"Okay, I'll have dinner with you, Mom. Don't be sad."
His well-behaved appearance made Xin Guoguo hold his little face and rub it for a long time before she was satisfied.
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