Returning to the palace, it was already early evening, and Zhao Yao was so hungry his chest was sticking to his back. As soon as he got back to Kunde Hall, he yelled for dinner.
Liang Zhaoyi saw her son looking like a starving ghost reincarnated and felt both pity and amusement: "Eat slowly, be careful not to choke."
Zhao Yao's mouth was full of food, so he couldn't answer Liang Zhaoyi's question right away.
Fearing Zhao Yao would choke, Liang Zhaoyi quickly served him a bowl of soup.
Zhao Yao swallowed the food in his mouth, but sure enough, he choked. He hurriedly picked up the soup that Liang Zhaoyi had prepared and drank it in big gulps.
Liang Zhaoyi quickly patted Zhao Yao's back: "I told you to eat slowly, why are you in such a hurry?"
"I'm hungry." Zhao Yao said, pouting slightly, "I'm almost starving." After speaking, he lowered his head and continued to eat voraciously.
"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke again."
