This is what Wang Jiawen saw in a short period of time. He wanted to get up and go to the kitchen to chat with Zhang Han for a while, but felt that this was a bit abrupt, so he decided to chat with the little princess to learn about their situation from the side.

"Cough, Yihan, you've already eaten three oranges, so you can't eat any more." Wang Jiawen interjected appropriately, holding Wang Yihan's hand that was big enough for oranges. He glanced at Mengmeng, and said with a smile: "Look at her cute, how beautiful she is, like a princess in a fairy tale, Yihan, you are a little fat now, you can't eat too much, you won't be beautiful if you get fat."

"Huh?" Wang Yihan's eyes widened, she was very dissatisfied with being called fat.