Yi Chichi didn't want to give it, "This is spicy."
"I'm not afraid!"
He An puffed up her little chest, speaking forcefully, "I'm tough!"
The little kid who had never eaten chili peppers didn't know where she was tough.
She looked at Zhang Xin, "Will you give it?"
Zhang Xin nodded, "Let her eat!"
Reasoning won't work; the kid who has never tasted chili peppers doesn't know what they taste like in the mouth.
Only after trying it once, crying and being hurt by the spice, will she remember.
Learn that things shouldn't be eaten carelessly.
Zhang Xin's answer left Yi Chichi a bit confused; she looked at the old man, who took a cup of tea and drank while mumbling about the shrimp not being grilled well.
Yi Chichi understood then.
It meant letting it be.
She handed the shrimp to He An's mouth, "Try the taste first, don't rush..."
Before she finished speaking, the little girl had already eagerly snatched the whole shrimp and stuffed it into her mouth.
Then—
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
