The little guy was already drooling a lot, and now he turned into a little stream, with his bib quickly soaked through a large area; a bit more force and you could probably squeeze water out of it.
Luckily, Mao Sanmei had the foresight to bring a new one, but Shen Siyuan was worried she would soak the new one too, so he stuffed some napkins around her neck, which looked a bit funny.
Therefore, the two aunties sitting opposite laughed heartlessly, fortunately, they were not completely heartless, they still asked the waiter to bring a bottle of milk, and after downing more than half in one breath, things got a bit better.
But tears were still welling up, looking pitiful.
"Eat a loss, grow a wit."
Shen Siyuan poked with his chopsticks in the pot, then handed it to her.
"Do you dare to slurp now?"
Then—
Tang Tang stretched her neck out and licked towards the chopsticks.
