The old man turned sour again when he saw the ice cream, but he still said awkwardly, "I don't like eating this. You're the one who gave it to me."
"Yes." Sheng Yang didn't expose him.
Although this old man was difficult to please, he was much cuter than her so-called grandparents at home.
As the old man ate the ice cream, he squinted at Sheng Yang and muttered, "Why aren't you eating? Don't girls your age usually like to eat this? Are you afraid of getting fat?"
"No." Sheng Yang flipped through the book without looking up. "It's easy to get stupid if you eat too many sweet things."
The old man said nothing.
Although he felt that he was a big shot and was well-educated, he still insisted on eating it mouthful by mouthful.
After eating, he was about to buy another one himself. Sheng Yang saw through his intentions and stopped him. "You can't have too many cold things. One is already the limit."
