Ling Yun glared at him and said with some displeasure, "You won't accept it? That's not giving me face."
Hearing this, Old Man Shan was quite scared, but the little one said in her milky voice that her daddy was the best and wouldn't hit people casually, letting Old Man Shan rest assured.
Old Man Shan's mouth twitched—would he believe these words? He had even felt a burst of Baleful Intent coming from Ling Yun just now.
"Qianqian, you sit here and be quiet, I'll make you something delicious."
"There has to be meat, and there have to be greens." The little one frowned slightly as she spoke, feeling somewhat aggrieved because she couldn't wiggle her fingers.
Ling Yun smiled quite amusedly and tapped the tip of her nose, then set to work nearby.
The little one supervised from the side, occasionally uttering a word or two. Catching a whiff of the rich aroma of the food, she licked her lips.
She couldn't move, so Ling Yun fed her bite by bite, as if returning to when she was little and needed to be fed.
"Daddy, when can I move?"
Her question came up again. Ling Yun felt a lump in his heart; he didn't know how to answer either, resorting to the same old routine anyway.
"In a few days."
Hearing this, the little one closed her mouth and shook her head. He kept telling her in a few days, in a few days—how many days had it been already?
"Eat, this is all nutrition. With your daddy here, it really will just be a few days."
After feeding the little one until she was full, Ling Yun bid farewell to the nervous Old Man Shan, who stared at the leftovers and licked his lips, his saliva long since