Chen Xin simply pretended not to notice Oscar's longing gaze.
Watching Ning Rongrong eat in little bites, he remembered how she had complained that the jolting carriage hurt her bottom.
He rose, went outside, and called over the proprietress. "Sorry for the trouble, but could you get me a seat cushion? The softer, the better."
As he spoke, he took out two Gold Soul Coins. "One of these is your payment."
By the time he returned, Ning Rongrong had nearly eaten her fill. Chen Xin slowly drank the soup in his bowl, repeatedly catching the crooked tree at the street corner swaying out of the corner of his eye.
Oscar probably could not bear his cravings any longer. He poked his head out three more times, hastily ducking back each time he sensed Chen Xin's gaze. The last time, his hair even caught on a branch. He grimaced in pain but did not dare make a sound.
After the meal, Chen Xin paid, picked up Ning Rongrong, and returned to the carriage.
He laid out the cushion, then, after some thought, took a spare brocade robe from his storage equipment, folded it into four layers, and spread it on top. He pressed it with his hand.
"That should be fine now."
"Grandpa Sword, if you give me your clothes to sit on, what will you do?"
Chen Xin could only point to his chest. "Don't worry. Grandpa Sword has plenty more here."
Only then did Ning Rongrong sit down. With the soft cushion on the carriage seat, it really was much more comfortable, and her expression visibly relaxed.
Ning Rongrong leaned against the carriage window, swinging her feet and humming a nursery rhyme Ning Fengzhi often sang to her. Her childish voice drifted outside the carriage. Perhaps a full stomach