"Chenchen, have you had breakfast?" Jiang Yao picked up Huang Chenchen and placed her on her lap. Her voice was extremely gentle.
"No! I pestered Dad to bring me here so that we could eat together!" Huang Chenchen shook her head. Then, he saw the cup in Jiang Yao's hand and asked, "Do you drink milk every day?"
"Yes."
Lu Xingzhi would give her a cup of milk every day.
"Did Uncle Lu give you that?" Huang Chenchen blinked and looked at Jiang Yao. When Jiang Yao nodded, she said, "Uncle Lu is as bad as Dad. Milk is horrible! "
"Are you picking a fight, Little Girl?"
Lu Xingzhi thought it was fortunate that his wife was not picky, so he did not have to keep an eye on her when she drank milk.
Huang Chenchen did not understand what it meant to stir trouble. She only thought that the bad Uncle Lu said she was picky, so she pouted and did not say anything.