Everyone in the An family could feel Lin Cuihua's gloomy mood, even little Hei Dan'er.
By now, Hei Dan'er had started eating some solid foods, like steamed egg custard and spinach puree.
Every morning, Hei Dan'er would sit in his special little chair and eat a bowl of steamed egg custard.
But today, Hei Dan'er refused to sit in his chair no matter what. They couldn't even push him down into it. In the end, he took his bowl of custard and went into his playpen to eat with Xiao Lang.
Lin Cuihua glanced over. She looked like she wanted to say something but held her tongue, merely quickening her pace of eating.
"The bowls—"
"I'll wash them!"
"I'll do them!"
"Let me!"
"I'll do it!"
The members of the An family scrambled over each other to do the chores, hoping to earn a word of praise from Lin Cuihua.
