The little girl pointed at Wang Mengzi, but the woman snatched away the steamed bun and gave the girl a beating.
The little girl cried in pain. "You damned brat, you dare take anything anyone gives you? I'll beat you, you greedy little glutton!"
Wang Mengzi's face stiffened. He laughed at himself. All that talk of risking their lives for themselves was fake. In the Great Jing Kingdom, among the Human Race, everyone only revered the people of the immortal sects!
What was the point of surviving a fight to the death with those barbarian dogs? Nothing had changed. It was truly meaningless.
Later, Wang Mengzi lay down, too lazy to even open his eyes.
After a while, the little girl timidly approached, tears still hanging from her face.
"Mother told Niuniu to return this to you."
"Heh, throw it away." Wang Mengzi turned over, feeling a little irritated.
The little girl was at a loss.
"B-but this is white flour. My mother said Uncle has to fight, so you need to eat well to drive away the barbarian dogs and protect us."
Wang Mengzi froze for a moment, then sat up and looked at the slap mark on the little girl's face.
"You eat it."
The little girl wiped away her tears and shook her head. "This food should have been yours. When Daddy used to do heavy work, he would eat good food, and he would secretly save some for me too, but Mother wouldn't allow it. Daddy was killed by the barbarians. Is he really never coming back?"
For a moment, Wang Mengzi did not know what to say.
"Daddy really isn't coming back." The little girl stepped closer, her voice tiny. "Uncle, can I call you Daddy once? Don't tell anyone. I miss Daddy so much."