"Lulu!"
Xiao Lingyun's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she shouted. A strong sense of uneasiness and panic welled up in her heart.
Her mind was blank, and she quickly moved to smack the spoon away from her eldest daughter's hand.
However, before Xiao Lingyun could do anything, the spoon in Cheng Lulu's hand fell to the ground. Xiao Lingyun was too frightened to notice.
When Xiao Lingyun saw the spoon fall to the ground, she instantly became exhausted and felt a chill on her back.
She didn't have time to verify whether this bowl of chicken soup was poisoned or not, but she immediately said in a very serious tone, "Lulu, have you forgotten what mom said? You can't eat the food here randomly. You can only eat them after mom has tasted them. What if this soup is poisoned?"
Cheng Lulu was already six years old, but she was thin and small. People who saw her thought she was only four years old. Cheng Lulu pouted sadly.
