The old madam couldn't help but scold Gu Fei. "You're always making a fuss. Bao'er is just a child, and besides, it's New Year's Eve! What's the point of having all this food out if not for people to eat?"
"It's up to his father to discipline him, not you!"
Without even glancing at the old madam, Gu Fei said coolly, "I didn't want to say anything, either. Bao'er's behavior is none of my business."
"But if he digs through the serving dish with his hands, how can anyone else eat from it?"
"I'm not scolding him; I'm teaching him some manners!"
Gu Zhong hadn't thought Gu Fei was wrong, but he was deeply embarrassed.
The main problem was the comparison. Next to Hu Zi and Little Cao, Bao'er's behavior was truly disgraceful.
Hu Zi was just as tempted by the food—his eyes were glued to the dishes on the table—but he remained seated, prim and proper, unlike Bao'er, who just grabbed at things with his hands.
As for Little Cao, she ate everything with unhurried, methodical grace.
