As a child, Huangfu Yinteng always had good nutrition, so his physical condition was still excellent. After spending a night by the fire, his body recovered significantly, warming up considerably, especially after Wang Meng helped him put on the dried clothes.
Therefore, Huangfu Yincheng was no longer cold.
Wang Meng looked at the little guy's improved complexion, which had regained a bit of color, and felt relieved.
As long as he didn't get sick, otherwise he wouldn't know how to treat it.
Making a healthy person sickly upon return would feel like letting his sister down!
"Little one, are you hungry?" Wang Meng asked.
Huangfu Yincheng frowned and looked up at his uncle, "Uncle, is your memory a little bad? I'm not called 'Little one', I'm called Chenchen."
Listening to his defensive words, Wang Meng couldn't help but grin, "Okay, okay, Chenchen it is. Uncle asks if you're hungry? If you are, then wait here, and uncle will get you something to eat."
