Zhi'er's lively eyes blinked twice: "Oh, that's how it's done!"
She waved her small hand: "Then you need to squat down, Brother Fu Ce is so tall, Zhi'er can't reach you."
Feng Fuce instinctively furrowed his brow.
Why does her waving action remind him of feeding the orange cat Dahua?
Despite this, he still squatted down according to her instructions.
Zhi'er pinched a piece of milk cake and placed it in his mouth.
This magical food, filled with spiritual energy, flowed down his throat into his stomach.
It brought waves of abundant mana restoration.
Feng Fuce was very satisfied, his cold eyebrows lifted.
Zhi'er smiled sweetly: "Is it delicious?"
Feng Fuce replied slowly: "Delicious, will there be more in the future?"
The little one nodded repeatedly: "If Brother Fu Ce likes it, then in the future, whatever I can't finish... oh no, no, I'll often bring it to you!"
With a hint of sarcasm, Feng Fuce raised his brow slightly, his dark eyes full of mockery.
