Zhi’er blinked her long eyelashes: "Brother, do you know medicine?"
Bai Xuanmo chuckled, his handsome and melodious gaze looking forward: "It’s alright, at least better than your Third Brother and Fourth Brother."
While speaking, he had already carried Zhi’er into the restaurant.
"Esteemed guests, please proceed upstairs." The waiter welcomed them warmly.
Once they were seated in a private room, Bai Xuanmo said, "Serve every signature dish you have here at the First Class Pavilion."
Bai Xuanmo looked at the little one, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Try them later, sister. If you like the taste here, I’ll bring you every day."
Zhi’er replied softly, "Eating too much of anything isn’t tasty. Coming every day might make us sick of it. How about once every half a month?"
Her little grown-up tone made Bai Xuanmo laugh.
Before long, the waiter had filled the table with delicacies.
Braised lion’s head meatballs, money shrimp cakes, steamed osmanthus cakes.
Seeing this made Zhi’er’s mouth water, although she was still holding the half-eaten scallion pancake in her small hand.
Compared to the feast in front of her now, the pancake suddenly seemed tasteless!
The little one handed the pancake to Bai Xuanmo, her eyes dark and glistening like two gems.
She said adorably and obediently: "Brother, you have it."
Bai Xuanmo gave a cold laugh: "Earlier I wanted to eat, but you didn’t give it. Now seeing so much delicious food, can’t finish your pancake, and only then you think of your brother?"
Though he pretended to dislike it, he still took the small one’s pancake and bit into it.
Bai Xuanmo first served Zhi’er a bowl of bamboo shoot stewed ham soup.
Its flavor was fresh and delicious, and the bamboo shoots were extremely tender.
Holding the bowl, Zhi’er softly said, "Thank you, brother~"
This phrase nearly sweetened Bai Xuanmo’s heart.
He glanced down and couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.
The Little Ball couldn’t resist the food, even her way of addressing changed to sound sweeter.
He pinched the top of Zhi’er’s head affectionately: "You’re welcome."
Bai Xuanmo propped his face on his hand, smiling as he watched the little one drink the soup.
So adorable that it made one want to hold her in their arms and feed her.
Zhi’er felt somewhat uneasy under his intense, dark gaze.
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
"I was thinking, Little Ball is so good. You’re the first to dare eat something I handed over."
Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, a bit puzzled: "Why not? Are others afraid of you?"
On Bai Xuanmo’s handsome face, a mischievous smile appeared, making his slightly raised eyebrows appear more lazy and profound.
He nonchalantly said, "They’re afraid I’ll poison them."
"Even things that pass through my hands, no matter how closely they watch, I can still poison someone without them knowing."
At this, Bai Xuanmo might have thought of people’s fearful expressions and couldn’t help but smile: "So, you’re truly good."
Zhi’er mouthed a mouthful of bamboo shoots, blinking her innocent big eyes, just staring at Bai Xuanmo without moving.
The latter locked eyes with her quietly for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
"Eat up, how could brother bear to harm you, don’t worry blindly."
"I am not worried~" Zhi’er swallowed and said in a babyish voice: "Just wondering, brother learned medicine, why also learn poisoning?"
When this was mentioned, Bai Xuanmo’s gaze became unfathomable.
"Little Ball, you’re still young, you might not understand, sometimes knowing medicine can protect oneself, but it can’t make others fear you."
"At certain times, knowing how to kill is more important than knowing how to save."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and chuckled softly.
Zhi’er couldn’t understand, nor did Bai Xuanmo seem inclined to elaborate further.
The little one turned to enjoy the four happiness meatballs in her bowl.
At this moment, outside the half-open door of the private room, someone walked past with several servants.
However, that person seemed to remember something, stepped back, and looked into the private room.