Flying a Plane to buy Vegetables!

The Kong family was the richest family in City S.

"No, no, I don't want to eat this." In a luxurious Villa District, a four or five-year-old boy was sitting at the dining table and throwing a tantrum.

He pointed at the dishes by the five-star chefs. He puffed up his chubby cheeks. "I don't like them. I don't want! I don't want!"

A noble lady in her fifties, who was dressed very exquisitely, held a small bowl and kept coaxing him, "My dear grandson, aren't these your favorite foods? Tomatoes scrambled eggs, steamed broccoli, and steamed fish? Come, be good. Have a bite?"

The five-year-old boy turned his head away and pouted his lips as he said unwillingly, "No, these dishes are not good. They are terrible. I want to eat the old dishes."

The noblewoman asked doubtfully, "The old dishes? What do you mean? They are still the same."

"No," the boy said vehemently. "The dishes were delicious and sweet in the past. But now, they taste terrible."