"Huh?" Ling Feng turned his head, looking at the Holy Angel sitting in the eggshell. Rubbing his little eyes and speaking with a slightly nasal voice, the Holy Angel said, "Papa, I'm so hungry, I want food!"
Ling Feng hurriedly squatted in front of the Holy Angel and said gently, "What do you want to eat?"
The little guy reached out to hug Ling Feng's neck, hanging on him like a little sloth, swinging while giggling.
Ling Feng's heart softened as if it was struck. Though he didn't know why the Holy Angel called him papa, he quite liked the feeling of being relied upon.
"You're hungry, want to eat something?" Ling Feng patted the Holy Angel's back and said.
The little guy tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said, "I want the barbecue that papa mentioned, I want spicy, cumin, and honey-flavored barbecue!"
