The pig's movement of eating buns paused, and her body shook again. Lin Shufang couldn't bear it, so she whispered: "The pig is still young, it's normal to slow down, and it will be better if it's bigger."

"Mom, is he slower? How long has he been eating? Is it an hour? Who has eaten breakfast for an hour? And he wants to eat for a day before an hour?"

Ye Qingqing's anger was not suppressed at once, and his voice increased a lot. It was Lin Shufang and the old man who spoiled the piglet too much, which made the little bastard lawless and developed a bad habit of being too stubborn. Even Lu Mo had no choice but to deal with the bastard.

Now that he is only three years old, he can still make a mistake. Ye Qingqing suddenly realized that he must not follow the pig anymore, otherwise he would become a waste snack if he doesn't become a talent in the future.

The pig's neck shrank again, and he looked at the bun in his hand in a tangled manner. Should he eat it faster?

But eating too fast is really bad. My parents are actually wasting their natural resources. Many nutrition has not been attracted to them, and they have turned into cakes and pulled them out.

But my mother is so irritable now, so he should not touch the thunder. Sister Niu Niu said that if the enemy advances, I will retreat, and if the enemy retreats, I will advance, now he has to retreat.

"Mom, I'm eating soon."

The pig yelled loudly, stuffing the remaining half of the bun in his hand into his mouth, chewing it for a few chews before swallowing it. Lin Shufang shouted anxiously: "Eat slowly, oh... I'm going to choke..."

"vomit……"

Sure enough, I choked successfully.

Xiaozhu overestimated his esophagus and could not accommodate such a large bun at all at once, causing traffic jams. He rolled his eyes so much that he couldn't help but retching. He frightened Lin Shufang and kept patting him on his back.

"Spit it all... Stop swallowing..."

The pig was about to vomit, but he changed his mind again, shook his head at Lin Shufang, looked at Ye Qingqing pitifully again, and tried to swallow, and the dry retching became more and more severe.

Ye Qingqing felt distressed and angry, and forced herself to be soft-hearted. This little guy used to be like this. He would retching after eating a little faster. His throat was thinner than a wheat tube. If he stuffed a little more food into his mouth, he would choke to death.

In the past, she was like Lin Shufang, worried, so she didn't force the pig to eat faster, but she didn't expect that the pig's eating speed was getting slower and slower, and now it has been slower than the snail.

Only then did Ye Qingqing realize that her son was not allowed to do so, and she had to make up her mind to rectify the bad kid's problems.

"You'll eat after vomiting, and you have eight minutes left!"

Ye Qingqing's voice was cold and without any pity. The pig's heart was cold and her mother became a stern heart. It was difficult to deal with this.

Lin Shufang couldn't see it and advised: "It's only kindergarten now, so it's okay to be late. If Xiaozhu doesn't eat quickly, don't force him. He vomited all of it just now. If something really choked, it's too late to regret it."

Ye Qingqing looked at Lin Shufang helplessly. No wonder everyone said that they were married to each other. Nine out of ten elderly people would dote on their children. She used to think that Lin Shufang would definitely not.

But it turns out that she was wrong.

Lin Shufang and the old man perfectly prove that the truth that the intergenerational relatives are indeed unchanging for thousands of years. These two people are the biggest help of Xiaozhu's current snail speed.
Chapter completed!