Wei Yuanniang gently shook her head; she was truly happy, her mood so light that even the wounds seemed less painful.
Having confirmed Wei Yuanniang had no further needs for the moment, He Tiantian finally had time to take care of Feng Yanting.
After drinking some water and wiping off his sweat, Feng Yanting's lips moved, and he suddenly said, "Mom, I want to eat osmanthus cake!"
He Tiantian was slightly taken aback, looked at Feng Yanting's face, thought for a moment, and replied softly, "Yanting, there indeed is still osmanthus cake in the box. Although it's not that fresh, it needs to be saved for the Eldest Miss in case she wants to eat it at any time."
"How about this instead, I have two pieces of steamed cornbread here. They might be cold, but they are still edible. Why don't you eat some cornbread first?"
He Tiantian wasn't deliberately making things difficult for a child, much less abusing him.
