The parents of those Palu children had been unable to complete the work assigned by the slave owners due to injuries and illness.
As a result, they had not received their full food ration for the day.
Even the parents, who were the primary labor force, could not eat their fill.
Naturally, the children who survived on scraps from between their fingers could only go hungry.
This situation had not been uncommon to begin with.
For Palu children who had not yet come of age and could not work in exchange for food, going an entire day without eating was a common occurrence.
But the arrival of the Palu Rabbitfolk had changed that norm.
She did something none of the Palu could understand—
She brought those starving children back to the shack and gave them all of her own food.
The children ate happily.
The Palu Rabbitfolk smiled happily as well.
Until one of the Palu children made a request of her:
"Big Sister Xiao Xiao, can I take one of these things called 'steamed buns' back for my mother to eat?"
"She hasn't had such decent food in a very long time. I want her to taste it."
Xu Xiao, transformed into a Palu Rabbitfolk through an item, paused before smiling and nodding.
"Of course you can."
"But wasn't this missing ration supposed to be an unusual circumstance? Normally, don't you eat food like this?"
"Those Golden-Pattern Wheat you harvest—don't they count as decent food?"
"Big Sister Xiao Xiao, what kind of joke is that? Golden-Pattern Wheat is for the slave owners!" A sallow, emaciated Palu Horsefolk child snorted and hurriedly spoke up.
"We serfs can only eat things like Mud Roots and Ram-Horn Potatoes."
"You're wrong. We aren't serfs yet!" another Palu child with short little horns interrupted.