"I want a meat bun, a big meat bun!" Xiao Yu, the chatterbox, answered first.
Ye Wanwan laughed and said, "But we don’t have any big meat buns, so what do we do?"
"How can we not have big meat buns?" Xiao Yu frowned, his face a picture of disbelief, then he dashed towards the kitchen with his little legs, but stopped at a respectful distance from the central island.
"Auntie, are there really no big meat buns?" Xiao Yu asked again, obviously hoping for a different answer.
"Really, there aren’t," Ye Wanwan said, shaking her head seriously as she responded to the child.
Xiao Yu pouted, looking disappointed, "Alright, then I’m fine with anything."
Seemingly distressed about not getting a meat bun, Xiao Yu sulkily walked back to the living room.
Zhang Xuehan couldn’t help but tease him as he passed by her, "Yet you say you’re fine with anything. You sure are flexible!"
Ye Wanwan first mixed some formula for Zhouzhou to drink, and then went to the kitchen to help.
The people downstairs were cheerfully preparing breakfast, seemingly unaware that a mother and daughter upstairs had not come down yet.
Perhaps they were aware but didn’t know what to say. Not to mention that the live stream had started, and some things can’t be said rashly. Discussing others behind their back is also inappropriate.
It wasn’t until breakfast was nearly ready that Zhao Yingling came downstairs with Zhao Zhenzhen.
"Here they are. How’s Zhenzhen doing? Feeling any better?" Zhang Xuehan was going towards the dining table with a bowl of porridge just as the mother and daughter were coming down.
Zhenzhen still had red eyes, showing she had been crying, and was being carefully led downstairs by Zhao Yingling, step by step.
"She has a bit of a fever, and I’ve already given her some medicine. I’ll check on her later. Sorry for not coming down to help and for the trouble," Zhao Yingling apologized sincerely.
"As long as Zhenzhen is okay, come eat breakfast," Zhang Xuehan said, not minding the situation. Such little things were not worth fretting over.
Zhang Xuehan then called the children from the living room to come eat. The children were all well-behaved, with none of them insisting on playing with toys instead of coming over.
Ye Wanwan picked up Zhouzhou and sat him in a chair, then asked softly, "What would you like to eat, Zhouzhou?"
She had already given Zhouzhou some formula, but not much, so he was still up for eating something else.
Zhouzhou looked at the breakfast items on the table, appearing to make a careful choice.
He eventually pointed at the dish of little pig-shaped custard buns on the table.
Before Ye Wanwan could say anything, Xiao Yu, seated next to Zhouzhou, reached out with his less-than-expert child’s chopsticks and picked up a custard bun.
"I’ll pick it up for Zhouzhou," Xiao Yu said as he shakily stretched out his hand and laid the custard bun on Zhouzhou’s plate in front of him.
"You shouldn’t use the chopsticks you’ve used to pick up food for your brother," Zhang Xuehan said disapprovingly from the side.
Xiao Yu might have only caught half the meaning of Zhang Xuehan’s comment, thinking his mother was asking him why he was picking up food for Zhouzhou.
Xiao Yu said solemnly, "I want Zhouzhou to like me and talk to me!"
Ye Wanwan laughed and shook her head at Zhang Xuehan from behind, signaling her not to mind Xiao Yu picking food for Zhouzhou and not to scold Xiao Yu.