"You're not allowed to go. The rules say that we have to complete the mission before we can eat."
Han Siye got even more unhappy, and his temper flared. "No, I don't want to sell persimmons!"
He puffed out his cheeks and wrapped his arms around himself as if he were about to throw a tantrum.
Han Xiao's head started to hurt. This kid had a temper. Even as his father, he could not control Han Siye. To be precise, it was more because Han Xiao was often not at home and did not know how to discipline his son.
However, it would be difficult to discipline Han Siye in front of this crowd. Han Xiao thought about it and decided to change his tone. "Since you're here to record this show, you have to properly complete every task. Look at Little Jiu. She's younger than you, yet she completed the task so quickly. As her older brother, you're supposed to be as good as her. Is this reasonable?