Wu Sheng laughed heartily after feeding her, then turned to see Little Tang Mo staring fixedly at him from across the way.
He was rolling his eyes quite a bit.
Wu Sheng blinked. "Alright, you can have the next handful."
"As if I'd want it," Little Tang Mo huffed.
'All he does is try to steal Mom from me all day long, hmph.'
Wu Sheng and Su Li exchanged a secret glance, stifling their laughter and tacitly agreeing to continue.
After a moment, Wu Sheng held out the Yellow Bubble Fruit in his palm to Little Tang Mo. "Here."
Little Tang Mo turned his head away haughtily. "No, thanks."
"What do you mean 'no, thanks'? Hurry up and eat it. If you don't, I'm going to. Ahhh."
Little Tang Mo clearly wanted to stand his ground, but in the end, his mouth moved faster than his mind and opened on its own.
Wu Sheng, feeding him successfully, wiped the juice from the corner of Little Tang Mo's mouth. "You eat the ones on the bottom. You can't reach the ones on top."
