The next second, her wide eyes lit up.
'It smells so good...'.
For a child who considered dry, hard, and moldy steamed buns a delicacy, a meal like this was the most delicious food imaginable.
But she didn't dare to take much, because the environment she had grown up in had made her extremely sensitive.
She was afraid that if she took too much, the man across from her would get annoyed.
So she secretly took out her half of a steamed bun, planning to dip it in the sauces left on the plates later.
But just then, a large piece of beef suddenly landed in her bowl.
"Eat up. This stuff doesn't taste good when it gets cold!"
Staring at the steaming piece of beef in her bowl, the little girl looked up at Wu Liangchen, her heart filled with astonishment.
But Wu Liangchen didn't even look up. His chopsticks were a blur of motion, continuously sweeping up the food on the table.
The little girl suddenly felt a sting in her nose, and her vision began to blur.
'Am I crying?'
