Little Bo heard his dad's words, tilted his little head seriously for a moment, then smiled broadly: "I trust Little Pet!"
Little Bo always listened to his brother, so when his brother said so, he hurriedly nodded like peeling an onion: "Trust Little Pet."
Everyone burst into laughter.
It was just a family sitting at the dinner table.
No one moved their chopsticks.
Even though they said they had to wean her, hearing Little Pet's cries still made their hearts ache immensely; they really had no appetite to eat.
Only Little Bo, suddenly understanding something, picked up his little spoon and started eating quickly.
He was raised by Qiu Liya, so he had learned good manners, usually eating very properly and elegantly, bite by bite, and rarely spilling rice grains.
But tonight, he ate especially fast, spilling quite a bit of rice on the table.
"Little Bo, don't rush, eat slowly..."
The adults saw it and immediately guessed what Little Bo was up to.
