Feng Qingxue was both amused and exasperated, "Erxiong, what's the hurry?"
"Time to eat!" Lu Erxiong asserted proudly, and then he quickly added, "Is it ready? Is it ready now? I want to eat!"
Feng Qingxue glanced at him, first served him a small bowl of steamed rice, scooped a bit of lamb bone soup over the rice, but she set the bowl on the stove.
"It's too hot, wait a bit before eating it!"
Hearing Feng Qingxue's words, Lu Erxiong nodded vigorously.
For adults, a child with a good appetite is a blessing.
Lu Jiang grabbed a pair of chopsticks, "There's a bit of meat on the lamb bones, let me pick it off and mix it with the rice for the child."
