Seventy-five She was terrified_1

Even though the chocolate was delicious, Dad had taught her that good things should be shared with friends, and she wanted to share some with Yan Yan.

"Wow, Tangtang is such a sensible child."

Shen Cuilan watched with a face full of envy.

This little girl, carved pink and white, she was the spitting image of Ji Pianran, and crucially, just as understanding.

Then looking at her own kid, who became mute at the sight of food.

She was at her wits' end, "Slow down, really..."

Tian Laosì was just shy of slapping the back of his child's head, such a disgraceful display, truly embarrassing his father!

"This is delicious! Dad, you try some, Mom!"

After Yan Yan finished speaking, she handed two pieces to Tian Laosì and Shen Cuilan.

Although he wanted to taste as well, Tian Laosì was an adult after all and genuinely feared losing face.

He gave them a cold look, "Enough, eat a little less, save some for your Tangtang!"