Grayson Ding almost sprayed the rice all over the table, but the result of holding it in was choking in his throat. He coughed, from a small sound to a loud one, and gradually became violent, almost coughing out of the lung tube.
Others did not bother to think about Caleb Ji's situation. Nolan Jiang poured water, Elliott Jiang patted her on the back, and Elliott Ding was so frightened that he stopped scolding him and focused all his attention on Grayson Ding.
But Grayson Ding was coughing so hard that the earth was shaking, but his gaze stayed on Caleb Ji as steady as a mountain, with a gloating smile mixed with indescribable curiosity. This little Nanmanzi was so interesting that he actually took it seriously and did it. He slowly recovered, wiped his mouth, took a sip of hot tea, and spit out two words--"Idiot."
Caleb Ji sat down again, put his head in the bowl, and ate the honeydew melon and jujube rice until not a grain of rice was left. He had been hungry for too long and wanted to have another bowl, but the expressions of his master and his wife were so serious, so he held back.
Elliott Jiang felt pain in her calf and turned to look at Grayson Ding.
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