Xia Wanwan looked at Jing Wu with her big, darting eyes, both greasy little hands still clutching the chicken drumstick.
"Oh dear, the smell of the drumstick woke Miss up. I couldn't stop her even if I tried! Since she's already bitten it, this drumstick is hers now."
Pan Chun crouched down with a smile, helping the Little Princess snatch the drumstick.
Jing Wu moved it a little and found that the little one's head moved along with it.
She simply refused to let go.
He could only release the drumstick.
Xia Wanwan happily clutched the drumstick and took a fierce bite, her eyes curving into crescents of pure delight.
"A chicken drumstick waiting for me as soon as I wake up. What bliss!"
As she ate, she went over to Jiyan to show it off.
Jiyan was already so hungry that his head spun and his vision blurred, his stomach growling. Zi Mu had finally given him a way to save face and offered him this drumstick.
Yet Xia Wanwan had snatched away his only food again.
A wave of hurt and bitterness stung his nose. His eyes reddened despite himself, but he stubbornly held back his tears.
Xia Wanwan said, "It's so yummy! Uncle Jing Wu's cooking keeps getting better. It smells amazing. Here, have a sniff."
She waved the drumstick in front of Jiyan.
Then she ate with even greater relish.
Jiyan stubbornly turned his head away, his eyes brimming with tears.
If he had known Xia Wanwan was such a glutton, he would have obediently eaten it earlier.
Now he was painfully hungry again, and nobody cared about him.
For some reason, ever since he had become a child, he had grown increasingly prone to feeling wronged.
The more he thought about it, the more his