"Mom, then I won't help you, I'm off to pick strawberries with Grandpa!" Seeing that Mom was mostly making cold dishes and had brought ready-made cooked food from the market, Ye'er decided not to insist on helping any longer. She really didn't enjoy doing all that chopping and mixing.
"Go ahead!" Wen Xin casually took the large tomato back from Ye'er's hand: "We'll eat soon, so better not have any now. Wash the strawberries when you get back and eat them then, okay?"
"Mom, why are you like this? Have I turned back into a three-year-old as soon as I get to Grandpa's?" Ye'er protested discontentedly.
"I'm just used to it. Whenever you went to Grandpa's place, you always turned into a little wild child and didn't pay attention, haha..." Wen Xin apologetically patted her daughter's head: "Okay, don't be angry. Isn't Mom doing this for your own good? Eating such a big tomato now, how will you have room for dinner?"
