"Oh, what a mischievous little sister..."
Qingqing shook her head helplessly, but her eyes were full of doting affection.
"There's rice!"
Huang Jun chuckled lightly, answering Weiwei's question with a touch of helplessness, and then gently reminded her, "Weiwei, hurry and eat, don't dawdle, or else the delicious dishes will be taken by everyone and you won't get any."
Hearing this, Weiwei immediately set aside her playful thoughts, picked up a spoon, and dug into the box filled with rice, taking a big bite.
Although the rice inside the tofu box wasn't as tasty as it could be with a filling, because it was her own "creative work" that she made herself, it tasted exquisitely sweet to her, and every bite was full of a sense of achievement.
Yang Yuxi noticed a grain of rice and some sauce inadvertently stuck at the corner of Weiwei's mouth. She gently took out a tissue and carefully wiped it clean for Weiwei.
"Thank you, Miss Yang..." Weiwei said politely.
