"Master Ming, you're here so early. Have you eaten?"
Lin Cong said sarcastically.
Lin Tianming chuckled, not catching the underlying sarcasm in Lin Cong's words.
"I've eaten. Your grandma cooks early, so I came after breakfast."
Aunt Lin came in carrying some food.
"Uncle Ming, have you eaten? Come, have some more here."
Lin Tianming quickly declined, "No, no, I've already eaten."
"Come on, how could you have eaten so early? Don't be polite, eat."
"Oh, this..."
Just as Lin Tianming was about to accept, Lin Cong directly took the food away.
"Mom, you're so oblivious. Master Ming already said he's eaten, why force him to eat another bowl? How would he handle it if he gets too full?"
As he spoke, he took a sip from the bowl.
Aunt Lin saw her son take the food away, glared at him, and then apologized to Lin Tianming.
"Uncle Ming, let me get you another bowl."
Lin Tianming quickly waved his hand, "No need, I really did eat at home. You all eat."
