Seeing his son's insistence, Lin Weilin didn't refuse further, avoiding hurting the little guy's feelings and worrying that if he continued to decline, his son might turn around and eat the puffed rice candy himself.
If that really happened.
Wouldn't he miss out on this delicious treat?
Moreover, if he refused to taste it this time, his son might not think of sharing with him again, or even mistakenly believe he doesn't like it, and thus stop bringing it to him voluntarily.
Thinking this, he gladly reached out his hand, took the piece of puffed rice candy, and put it into his mouth, biting gently.
The "crunch" echoed crisply, followed by a crispy texture and a fragrant sweet taste, blooming on the tip of his tongue, the sweet sensation was simply enthralling.
But more than the taste bud's enjoyment, the sweetness flowing in Lin Weilin's heart from his son's filial piety and thoughtfulness was even more intoxicating.
