"Li Li, don't just eat candy, it's not good for your teeth. Here, have some fruit."
Song Qingwan fed the little girl sitting on the sofa watching TV a piece of watermelon.
The watermelon knife she initially planned to use on the little rascal finally came in handy.
Seeing her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster while eating, Song Qingwan smiled and said, "Is it sweet? Auntie just cut it."
The little girl's eyes sparkled as she nodded vigorously, indicating it was very sweet.
"Alright, if it's sweet, eat more," Song Qingwan smiled, pushing the plate of watermelon over, and reminded:
"But don't eat too much, okay? Watermelon is cold in nature, eating too much is bad for the body."
The little girl didn't know what "cold in nature" meant, but she understood it was bad for the body.
She widened her eyes in horror: "So, so is Dad sick from eating watermelon?"
Song Qingwan didn't expect her to mention this and, in a hurry, couldn't find a reason to explain.
