"Little Mo, do you want a wing, a drumstick, or the chicken head?" Grandma Wu turned and asked Little Tang Mo.
Drumsticks, wings, and chicken heads were all kids' favorites. Little Tang Mo thought for a moment. "A wing."
The moment Little Tang Mo answered, Grandma Wu smiled and placed a wing in his bowl.
"There's more after you finish."
"They'll be stuffed just from this. Give the rest to my cousins," Wu Sheng quickly interjected.
The meal was joyful and harmonious. Having eaten together at the same table, they had all grown a little more familiar with each other.
The only problem was that the family kept thinking Su Li and Little Tang Mo didn't like the food and hadn't eaten enough.
They only ate two meals a day, and because they did manual labor, they expended a lot of energy and ate quite a bit more.
