Hu Shuixian had just returned home with her grievance-filled son Du Zhong when they heard a knock at the door. Opening it to see Xibao and the meatballs in his bowl, she immediately said, "What's this for, you? That's too polite."
"My mom just fried these meatballs and asked me to bring a bowl for Zhongzhong to eat. Aunt Xiaocui's family has some too," Xibao said with a beaming smile.
Xibao naturally gave off a great sense of likeability, including for Hu Shuixian.
Smelling the aroma in the air, Du Zhong said, "Mom, it smells so good, I want to eat!"
Xibao pinched a meatball and stuffed it into his mouth, "I washed my hands."
"It tastes so good, brother!" Du Zhong's eyes lit up.
Seeing this, Hu Shuixian didn't refuse and said, "Okay then, I'll pour the meatballs out, and you take back the bowl, and thank your mom for me."
