Zhao Hanzhang completed her grooming at the fastest speed and sat opposite Zhao Ming.
Ting He lowered her head and brought in a plate of buns, a plate of pancakes, a plate of eggs, and a pot of milk.
Zhao Ming looked blankly, "You eat so much for breakfast?"
Zhao Hanzhang picked up the pot and poured a bowl of milk for Zhao Ming and Fu Tinghan, saying, "Aren't there uncle and Ting Han as well?"
Zhao Ming: "I won't eat."
Zhao Hanzhang poured herself some, "Eat some then, treat it as a snack."
"Neither early nor lunchtime; eating like this will harm your appetite," Zhao Ming said. "Every meal should leave you a bit hungry, you know? That way, your stomach has room, and you have the strength to process food. Unlike you, binge eating..."
Zhao Hanzhang said, "I'm not binge eating, uncle. I'm still growing."
