After picking up a lucky girl, all the beasts line up to come to your door

Zheng Xingguang noticed Mu Baobao's movements and looked up at Rong Jing: "Isn't your family ready for dinner yet?"

Rong Jing, "...Prince Zheng, what time is it now?"

Zheng Xingguang didn't care about that. "I'm hungry, is that okay?"

The wooden baby nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and he wanted to eat when he was hungry.

Grandma said that if you are hungry for a long time, you will get sick, so you can’t go hungry.

"Jing'er, take Prince Zheng and the others to the small hall." Lady Dingguo spoke.

Rong Jing responded and led Zheng Xingguang, Mu Baobao and others towards the small hall.

Another servant went to the kitchen to prepare meals.

The so-called small hall is right next to the banquet hall and is used for guests to change clothes, rest and eat.

Sitting around the small round table were Mu Baobao and several other children.

"Uncle Rongjing, your parents are exactly the same." Baby Mu swung his short legs and frowned.

"I can't tell where is where anymore. Everywhere is the same."

Rong Jing couldn't help but pinched her cheek, "That's because you can't remember. My home is not the same everywhere."

"When you come a few more times, you will remember it."

Mubaobao shook his little head and said, "No, no."

"Your house smells so good that it makes me want to sneeze. It's better not to come."

Rong Jing didn't say much about this matter at this time. He saw that the mother liked the baby very much, so he could invite the baby over to play.

Soon, the food will be served.

A very delicate and beautiful dish but small in portion.

"Wow! What beautiful dishes! But why are there so few?" Mu Baobao looked at Rong Jing blankly.

"Uncle Rongjing, this amount of food is not enough for us."

Muniuniu and his children also had the same idea.

"I can eat all the food here by myself. There are so many of us, it's not enough to eat."

"The rice is very little, just a small bowl like this, enough for me alone."

Zheng Xingguang knew best how much Mu Baobao and his friends ate. He said to Rong Jing, "Prince Rong, tell your kitchen to be less elaborate and make more food."

Rong Jing also realized that the children were really good at eating and were not just pretending.

Kids have such good appetites, right?

He asked the maid to go to the kitchen to pass on the message.

"Baby, you guys eat first, the food will be here soon."

Mu Baobao said "oh" and took the small bowl of rice handed to him by his elder brother. "This bowl is so small."

"This is the first time I've eaten from such a small bowl. My own bowl isn't even this small."

The bowl in her hand was just big enough for her to hold with one hand.

But this bowl is very delicate and beautiful, with intricate patterns carved on it, and it emits a hazy light in bright light.

"Eat quickly." Mu Pingping used chopsticks to pick up some meat for his sister before picking up some for himself.

"No breaking of rules," he warned his younger brothers.

Mu Niuniu and his companions, who were about to wolf down the food, suddenly paused with their outstretched chopsticks, and then became a little more delicate.

Several people kept exchanging glances.

It’s still more comfortable at home. You don’t have to worry about so many things and you can eat however you want.

That’s right, when you eat out you have to take this and that into consideration and you can’t enjoy your meal.

Mu Baobao didn't have these concerns and took a big bite of the rice mixed with meat.

"It's delicious!"

She raised the bowl and said to Rong Jing, "Uncle Rong Jing, the rice and dishes in your house are delicious and fragrant."

Rong Jing said with a smile, "The rice in my house is good rice, not ordinary rice, so it tastes very delicious."

Mu Baobao's mouth was bulging with food. "Then this rice must be very expensive."

"My grandma said that expensive things taste good."

Rong Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Baby, expensive things are not necessarily good."

"For example, some things are bought purely by large families to save face."

Mu Baobao said with a cute "I understand" look, "My grandma said that some people are just bored and spend unnecessary money to save face."

"My grandma also said that if we really had that much money, it would be great to use it to help the poor people, and it would also earn us more face."

"But, as my grandma said, not all poor people deserve to be rescued, and it's not necessary to do so."

Rong Jing, "...Do you remember everything your grandma said?"

Baby Mu ate his meal with a humming sound, "Remember this. My grandma always told me that. I'll remember it after hearing her so many times."

"Brother, I'm done eating."

She handed the empty bowl to Mu Pingping and smacked her lips. "I want more food."

Mu Pingping, "...Baby, there's no more food or vegetables."

The food on the round table had been eaten up, not even the soup was left, and the plates were all clean.

Rong Jing, “…”

Great, he finally realized how much these kids could eat.

In just a few words, the children had already finished the meal that was enough for their family of three.

The key point is that these children were obviously only 20% full... No, maybe not even 20%.

He wanted to know how the Mu family fed these children so that they had such good appetites.

Mu Baobao pouted, about to cry, "Brother, I'm hungry."

She only ate a little bit and was not full at all.

Mu Pingping glared at his brothers and coaxed his sister, "Baby, there will be food soon, don't cry, don't cry."

Muniu and his companions lowered their heads guiltily. They were so busy eating that they forgot to leave some for their sister.

Mu Baobao sniffled twice and rubbed his belly, "Brother, how long will it take before I can eat again?"

Mu Pingping looked at Rong Jing.

Rong Jing's mouth twitched. "I'll ask the maid to rush to the kitchen. How about you guys have some cakes first?"

Forgive him, he has never taken care of a child and doesn't know how children eat.

With the comfort of pastries, Mu Baobao's mood finally improved.

but--

When Rong Jing looked at the plates of cakes that had been eaten up, he fell into silence. These children were not able to eat much.

Is very, very good at eating.

More than a dozen plates of pastries were gone in the blink of an eye.

But looking at the looks of these kids, it was obvious that they were not full.

"...Baby, have you and your brother always been able to eat so much?"

Before the Mu family became rich, it must have been very difficult to raise these children.

Just the food alone would probably empty the Mu family's finances.

Mu Baobao was puzzled, "Isn't it always like this?"

"My grandma said that it's normal for children to eat a lot since they are still growing."

"Also, my grandfather always said, 'Young men are the ones who make me poor.'"

Rong Jing took a look at the sons of the Mu family. Just based on the amount of food these children ate, they could indeed bankrupt the Mu family.

"Prince Rong, there is no need to be shocked. He and his sister eat from basins at home." Zheng Xingguang said calmly.

He had seen it so many times that he was no longer surprised.

He wasn't surprised at first.

Uncle Emperor said that children should eat more.

Rong Jing raised his chin. He was making a fuss out of nothing.

"Sir." The housekeeper walked in quickly and whispered in his ear, "Master Duan is here."