Seeing Liu Clan and Sun Mei whispering to each other, Zhao Clan coughed and said sternly, "Enough, let's eat. Don't worry about those things that are unpleasant to look at. Just live your own lives."
Hearing this, Liu Clan smiled at Sun Mei and quickly stopped talking, going to serve food to the children.
Zhao Zhitong and the other little rascals had already stopped listening to their Aunt's gossip and were all sitting in their spots, eating.
Today, they were eating rice instead of porridge. Zhao Zhitong's appetite had always been good. She was especially happy today, and with all the kids competing, she ate more than usual.
"Grandmother, look at me," Zhao Zhitong called out happily to her grandmother, holding her small bowl.
She took her chopsticks and shoveled rice into her mouth with gusto. In no time, her little bowl was sparkling clean. She put her bowl and chopsticks on the table and declared in her sweet, childlike voice, "Look, I'm first!"
