Without a second's hesitation, Xiao Bao answered, "Mom."
Xu Ruantang's smile widened, "That's right, Xiaobao is great, eat slowly."
To prevent her from choking, Chen Ji and Xu Ruantang always cut a larger piece for Xiao Bao.
Her little hands were just big enough to pick it up, but not so big that she would swallow the whole piece and choke.
These are all experiences that I naturally discovered while raising my child.
After Huan Molin washed his hands, Chen Ji handed him a whole apple, still with the peel on.
"Why is mine covered in skin?!"
He was somewhat angry at Chen Ji's discriminatory treatment and shook his unwiped hands.
Chen Ji's gaze was indifferent. "Not eating?"
He tried to pull his hand back.
Having learned from his previous experience, Huan Molin quickly reacted, snatched the apple, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Eat? Who said I'm not eating? I usually eat straight from the table!"
"Cutting it into pieces is too delicate. I'm a boy, I don't need to."
He proudly raised his head.
Xu Ruantang was amused by him, "Not bad, your Chinese has improved so much, you can even say the word 'delicate'."
Huan Molin retorted, "Sister, don't underestimate me! I may be small, but I have great abilities!"
As he spoke, he clenched his fist and pounded it against himself several times.
Xiao Bao, who was focused on eating an apple, was drawn to Huan Molin's action and struggled to raise his little head to look at him.
After Huan Molin finished smashing it, his brows furrowed.
The sound was audible, and the pain was palpable.
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