She hadn't even tasted it herself, and even the small amount in Ling Mohan's bowl was saved from what little they had. The fruits were truly scarce in winter, extremely precious, and this little bit was from their own garden.
The price of an apple on the market now was more than ten times its usual price, truly more expensive than meat.
"Alright, stop feeling so down. Winter fruits are indeed scarce, and what little we grow is just enough for us. Making juice is really too extravagant. I'll make you a basin of juice in the summer."
Feng Jin helplessly comforted Ling Mohan, who was still throwing a tantrum. She didn't know why he was acting like a child now, getting angry at the slightest displeasure.
He was even sulking over a cup of juice. When summer came, she'd let him drink juice every day to stop him from being so petty.
Ling Mohan pouted in dissatisfaction, completely uninterested in the empty promises Feng Jin made. He didn't even want to smell it. He had heard such words before.
It was all just to placate him, to stop him from complaining. Once the matter passed, she would forget it completely, never remembering it again.
"Alright, it's settled then. I'll go check on Da Bao and Er Bao first."
The two of them were growing older and more mischievous. If she didn't keep an eye on them, she didn't know where they would go to cause trouble. She had to keep watching them.
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jin, ignoring the increasingly somber look on the man beside her, packed up all the juice and walked out with her basket, as if Ling Mohan didn't exist.
The man's lips drooped even further. This was definitely not her imagination. Her thoughts were indeed correct; Feng Jin no longer cared about him.
All her thoughts were about the two children, and there wasn't a single spot left for him.
Instantly, his heart felt a chilling cold, and he was extremely uncomfortable.
...
"Mama... Mama..."
Upon seeing Feng Jin's figure at the doorway, Da Bao eagerly rushed forward, surrounding her. His small body kept rubbing against Feng Jin, waving his hands and begging her to pick him up.
Feng Jin sighed helplessly and bent down to pick up Da Bao. This boy was getting heavier.
It seemed that all the meals he had eaten had paid off, and all the calories had gone to his body, not a bit wasted.
"Mama... Hugs..."
Da Bao hugged Feng Jin's neck tightly, and didn't forget to plant a big kiss on her cheek, trying to win her favor this way.
"You're getting all your drool on my face..." Feng Jin touched her face with disgust. It was indeed all drool. How could such a big child not pay attention to hygiene?
She placed Da Bao on a chair and took out the juice from the food box, placing them on the table one by one. There were several flavors.
"It's juice!" Da Bao exclaimed, eagerly picking up the juice and bringing it to his lips. It was sour and sweet, truly delicious.
Mama indeed loved him the most. Look, the juice was already prepared for him, how great!
"Drink less. It's still cold, don't get a stomachache and fuss tonight."
Seeing Da Bao gobbling it down, Feng Jin couldn't help but feel a little disgusted. She shouldn't have taken out so much at once. Da Bao really didn't know what moderation was.
Every time he saw food or drinks, he ate as if he hadn't eaten in a long time, stuffing it into his mouth ravenously.
"Mama, it's delicious..."
Da Bao put on his most ingratiating smile, looking playful, and didn't forget to sneak another sip.
"Don't drink too much, or your stomach will hurt tonight."
Still worried, she bent down and warned Da Bao. If it were Er Bao, she wouldn't have worried at all.
"I know, Mama."
Da Bao nodded obediently on the surface, but in his heart, he was planning that once Mama left, he would drink as much juice as he wanted. No one would stop him.
After eagerly waiting, Mama finally left. Da Bao immediately became like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, giddily picking up the juice and gulping it down, finishing a whole bottle in one go.
His incredibly unrestrained manner stunned Er Bao beside him. He drank so much in one go; he must have completely forgotten Mama's words.
After hesitating, Er Bao kindly reminded him, "Mama said if you drink too much, your stomach will hurt. Stop drinking."
Da Bao was very dismissive of Er Bao's words. Mama's words were clearly lies, and only Er Bao would believe them. He absolutely wouldn't.
"Talk less. This is for you. We'll split it, don't say your brother didn't give you any."
Afraid that Er Bao would go and report him as soon as Mama returned, Da Bao still reluctantly divided the juice into two portions, pushing Er Bao's share towards him.
They each had their own portion, clearly divided, like distinct territories that didn't interfere with each other.
Let's not bother with each other's business; taking care of one's own patch was the most important thing.
"You can't drink so much, your stomach will hurt."
Mama definitely wouldn't lie to them. How could Da Bao's stomach withstand drinking so much in one go? If his stomach really started to hurt, Mama would still have to worry and toil.
Couldn't he control himself a little, drink one less mouthful, and save it for tomorrow?
Da Bao's eyes were now only focused on the juice, completely ignoring Er Bao's words. He just felt that Er Bao was scared by Mama's words. Didn't he know that Mama said those things just to scare them?
He was so smart; he had seen through Mama's little tricks long ago. Why would he fall for it? This was juice, just like fruits. He wouldn't get a stomachache even if he ate a lot of fruit, so how could drinking more juice make his stomach hurt? It was completely impossible.
"Sigh..." Er Bao sighed helplessly. He had said it so many times, yet Da Bao was still insistent, completely disregarding their words.
He could only let him be. He hoped his stomach wouldn't hurt later. He didn't want to be woken up by Da Bao in the middle of the night.
He still had to tell Mama about this so that Mama could deal with Da Bao.
"Er Bao, you can't be a traitor! Tell Mama!"