Lady Yun held back her laughter and looked at Yun Rui, asking, "Xiao Rui, do you want to drink milk? I think Ningning wants you to have some too."
She couldn't continue teasing the little milk bun, otherwise, she was really afraid that the little milk bun might get anxious and speak up.
[Yes, yes, that's exactly what I meant.]
[Mother finally understands what I mean, it's not easy.]
Upon hearing her words, the little milk bun visibly brightened up.
"No thanks, Mother. Xiao Rui doesn't want to drink, Xiao Rui already has that big bowl every morning, it's more than enough."
Yun Rui shook his head and answered with an innocent face.
Each morning, that big bowl almost made him drink sick; if it weren't for Mother saying that drinking more milk would make him tall, he wouldn't want to drink it.
[Huh?]
[You don't want to drink?]
[Oh, that's awkward. You don't want to drink, so why have you been staring at me drinking the milk, making me think you were craving it.]
