Denied the blazing-hot spice level he had been longing for, Shen Yu pouted in protest, but his gnawing on the chicken feet never slowed.
Only when the steaming split hot pot arrived did Shen Yu bob his head with delight and start buttering Yang Luo up.
"You little rascal." Yang Luo laughed at Shen Yu's mischievous antics too. She and her husband were easygoing, and even their daughter was calm and unhurried.
It was hard not to like a child like Shen Yu, who wore his feelings on his face and occasionally wheedled and joked with the adults.
The meal gave their hosts a chance to show their hospitality. Shen Yu kept panting from the heat but refused to stop eating, searching all over the table for water and other drinks.
Shen Jin watched his ready-made older brother down three glasses in a row and could not help asking a soul-searching question. "Do you understand why you're always hungry at night now?"
Shen Yu jiggled his belly. The sloshing sounds made his cheeks redden slightly, but he still insisted, "I eat to be happy, not to be full!"
The old Shen Xiaoyu had eaten to fill his stomach. The Shen Xiaoyu of today was different-he ate purely to satisfy his greedy little mouth.
Listening to Shen Yu's well-supported argument, Shen Jin somehow thought it made sense and could only let him gorge himself.
Once the lively meal was over, Shen Yu climbed into the back seat, still panting, his lips bright red from the spice. Then his head tipped sideways, and he was ready to sleep.
"Look how accomplished Little Yu is. Straight to sleep after a meal."
With his wife driving, Shen Changgeng played the pampered little wife and sat beside her, keeping the children company. Seeing the drowsy