Bai Xilie couldn't help but chuckle softly.
He pulled Bai Zhi'er to sit beside him.
"Father didn't intend to hide from Zhi'er, but it's late at night, and only then do I get some time to myself."
After speaking, he peeled the sweet potato, blew on it, and then fed Bai Zhi'er a bite.
The little one blinked her long lashes in confusion.
"Why does Father hide to eat? Are the uncles in the Imperial Kitchen trying to starve you?"
Bai Xilie couldn't help but laugh: "Of course not. Father just occasionally thinks about the days when we barely had any money and lived together with your mother,"
Bai Zhi'er lowered her head and looked at the fragrant sweet potato.
Indeed!
Back then, when she went to find Father, Mother said to bring this over, and Father would surely recognize it.
The little one nodded, her voice soft and sweet: "Zhi'er heard, Mother once said, there was a time when Father was recruiting soldiers and spent all of your money!"
