Chapter 923: Chapter 923: The Little Chubby Kid
Because Justin Battleson had an important collaboration to discuss today, he notified Stardust Garden in advance that he might return somewhat later.
Therefore, dinner didn’t wait for Justin Battleson, and Jasmine Clarkson and Charlotte Thompson started the meal with the children.
"Great-grandma’s food is really delicious," Hank Thompson was a little food enthusiast from birth, his mouth stuffed so full that his words came out somewhat muffled.
"Eat more slowly; don’t choke," Jasmine’s face was full of smiles as she served Hank another chicken drumstick.
Hank’s face glowed as he ate happily, but then he noticed that the food on Grace’s plate next to him hadn’t diminished at all.
Hank couldn’t help frowning as he asked, "Grace, I’ve noticed you’ve become a bit picky with food lately."
Grace was stunned for a moment then turned to look at Hank, "Second brother, you’re talking nonsense; I’m not picky."
"Eating so little and still claiming you aren’t picky," Hank said seriously.
Grace’s eyes flickered before she said, "Girls need to maintain their figures, unlike you, second brother—you’ve gotten fat recently."
"That’s not true!" Hank immediately retorted.
"Big brother, don’t you think so?" Grace moved closer to Cyrus Thompson.
Hearing Grace’s question, Cyrus glanced at Hank next to him and said hauntingly, "Indeed."
"Yeah, second brother, your face has gotten round," Chad Thompson added mercilessly at that moment.
Hank put down the drumstick in his hand and started indignantly, "I’m growing, that’s what’s happening."
"Big brother doesn’t eat as much as you but is taller than you," Grace said with her cheeks propped in her hands, giggling.
"I..."
Hank was at a loss for words for a moment, his gaze stealthily shifting to Cyrus, and then eventually to his own plate.
Initially, Hank and Cyrus had not differed much in height, but lately, Cyrus kept growing taller, while Hank’s height seemed to plateau, and even Jack Thompson was subtly catching up.
This puzzled Hank; he ate plenty every day, so why wasn’t he growing taller?
Could it really be because he ate too much, causing him not to grow in height but only in weight?
Thinking this, Hank quietly set down the drumstick in his hand and turned to see what Cyrus was eating.
Unlike Hank, who loved meat, Cyrus’s tastes were as light as Justin Battleson’s.
Seeing Hank’s actions, Charlotte couldn’t help but smile and pinched his chubby cheeks.
This pinch made Hank even more unhappy; he even rubbed his own belly and looked up at Charlotte.
"Mommy, am I eating too much? Will I become a little fatty in the future?"
"What’s wrong with being a little fatty? It’s quite adorable," Charlotte said with a smile as she looked at Hank.
"But being a little fatty isn’t handsome! I don’t want to be a little fatty; I want to grow taller!" Hank clenched his palm.
Charlotte observed him, her smile growing even wider.
This little guy was quite young but had plenty on his mind.
"Alright, alright, Hank will grow taller," Charlotte assured Hank, wondering what kind of fixation her little treasure had with growing tall.
"But if I want to grow taller, I need to eat more, and I don’t want to become a little fatty, so what should I do?" Hank said in distress.
Jasmine heard this, turned her head to look at Charlotte, and both burst into laughter without coordination.
Charlotte pinched Hank’s little nose, "What are you imagining? Your appetite isn’t that big at all, how could you become a little fatty."