"I do this as well. More dishes, less rice." As she said this, Ding Jiayi took two big mouthfuls of the pitiful dishes on the plates before taking a small bite of rice.
The dishes on the plates were eaten clean in no time. Only a bit of soup was left.
Qiao Zijin was completely stunned. "Mom, you… Why did you eat all the dishes?"
"Didn't you tell me to eat more dishes?" Wow. The dishes were delicious. She was full as well.
Qiao Zijin was speechless. She took a deep breath and said, "Mom, you ate all the dishes. Then, what will I eat?" She couldn't possibly just eat white rice, right? "Mom, did you keep some dishes for me inside?" In the past, her mother used to do so. She would leave the freshest, more expensive, and best parts of the dishes out for her to eat alone.
