"Zhengzheng, is this okay to eat?" Bai Lu picked up two types of cereal from the shelf for her son to choose.
Little Baozi shook his head, no, and pointed his tiny finger at a packet of Nestle middle-aged and elderly milk powder on the shelf. This kid likes to drink milk.
"I want this one, mom."
"Zhengzheng, this is something you add to milk, the flavor will be better." Bai Lu coaxed her son with a little fib.
To bystanders, it seemed like this mother was promoting the cereal for the company.
"Zhengzheng only likes milk?" Shen Jiayin listened to their conversation and remembered the last time she ate at Jun Ye's home, this Little Baozi, apart from rice cereal, didn't want anything else. Last time, when she filled in for Bai Lu to prepare lunch for Baozi, it was also a bowl of rice cereal.
