Li Changming hurried outside with the boy in his arms, cooing, "Let's go, we'll go home and have some yummy eggies. That lotus root isn't good, it'll give you a tummy ache..." Meizi followed close behind, basket in hand, readily agreeing with what Li Changming said.
The couple's voices slowly faded, and Li Jingwen's babbling stopped. It seemed that once they were out of the courtyard, the lotus root's allure had magically vanished with the increasing distance.
Juhua was still amused thinking about what had just happened. She laughed and said to Zhao Qing, "That little one is getting too clever. He already knows to go ask his dad when his mom says no."
Zhao Qing sat down beside Juhua and said with a mature air, "What's so strange about that? Dads are easier to talk to. When I'm at home, if my mom forbids me from doing something, my dad always secretly lets me do it. Li Jingwen is just good at reading people; he knew to ask his father."
