Zongzi are undoubtedly delicious, but after all, they are made from glutinous rice. Eating too much can make you feel a bit overfull and tired of the taste.
What's more, Qingqing and Weiwei, these two little ones, have limited appetites and can't possibly finish so many.
When Liu Shiwei walked over, Huang Jun greeted him warmly with a smile: "Brother Liu, come and try some zongzi, won't you? I've wrapped quite a few, worried they might go to waste if we can't finish them."
Liu Shiwei smiled and politely declined, "No, no, my wife just learned to make zongzi from you, and she did a great job. We've got plenty to last us a few days, so you should keep them for yourself and your family…"
"Well, I suppose it has to be like that."
Huang Jun sighed helplessly.
Qingqing noticed her dad's concern and thoughtfully comforted him, "Papa, don't worry. I'll try hard to eat the zongzi and make sure they're all gone."
