Feng Fuce smiled, "Delicious, Chu Ping has to try it once every three days."
Zhi'er rolled her big eyes and mumbled softly, "If it's delicious, I'll have two plates."
She held up two cute little pinky fingers.
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly, "Alright."
Only then did Zhi'er lick her lips, feeling a bit better.
Feng Fuce asked, "Now can you turn around and sit?"
Zhi'er lifted her little head, "Hmph, since Brother Fu Ce sincerely begged, I shall agree!"
She turned her small body around, her little feet swinging.
That little bare foot, only wearing long white socks.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of Xijiang Yue.
Feng Fuce handed her the shoes.
"Put them on."
Zhi'er looked at him with her round eyes, "Brother Fu Ce won't help me?"
Feng Fuce's cold eyes were startled.
He lowered his head, looking at the little feet swaying back and forth, momentarily silent.
Feng Fuce picked them up and put the shoes on.
