Pan Xiaoying did not treat Li Ye to eight dishes and eight bowls. There were only five people eating; eight dishes and eight bowls would have been showing off to the point of excess.
But Master He's cooking was truly excellent. Every dish was authentic and delicious. Not only did Li Ye eat to his satisfaction, even the two children who had not yet learned to use spoons ate happily.
Little Treasure was quiet when he ate, stopping once he had eaten enough. But Little Pouch was a little drama queen, constantly pointing with her tiny finger to order dishes. If anything displeased her, she would let out dry wails for Li Ye to see.
"Meat. I eat meat, no vegetables. Waaah, waaah!"
"Good girl, you need meat and vegetables together to grow all plump and pretty! If you only eat meat, you'll turn into a little fatty, and you won't be able to poop either."
"Poop. I eat meat, waaah, waaah!"
Seeing that he could not handle his daughter, Li Ye could only cast his wife a weary look for help.
Wen Leyu snorted mockingly. "What, did your little padded jacket smother you silly? She's barely over a year old, and you've already spoiled her into this?"
Li Ye chuckled, then switched his daughter and son around, letting Wen Leyu hold their daughter while he fed their son.
After Wen Leyu took her daughter, she did not even pick up a spoon. She immediately gave Little Pouch two slaps on the backside, then asked coldly, "What are you eating?"
Little Pouch bared her teeth and looked toward Li Ye. Seeing that her "soft-hearted dad" was staring straight ahead without even glancing at her, she knew she could not count on him. She immediately pointed at the greens.
"I eat