That soft, childish voice was full of grievance, and Su Li felt her heart tremble just listening to it once, wishing she could give her beloved son all the goodness in the world.
He must be hungry.
Children at this age are particularly prone to hunger.
Tuanzi knelt on the soft cushion with his little legs, his shoulders drooping, and his small face full of dejection.
In the past few days, the servants delivering food have been coming later and later, and now that it's late autumn here, the meals they bring are sometimes already cold.
Tuanzi couldn't eat, and in just three or four days, his chubby little face had shrunk by half a circle.
Holding the phone, Tuanzi looked at the mooncake photos and couldn't help but stick out his little tongue to lick his lips. The craving in his stomach was stirred, and it began to growl.
So hungry, really want to eat mama's mooncakes, they must be fragrant and savory, soft and crisp at each bite.
