After the feast began, Bai Zhi’er couldn’t sit still.
She filled her little belly and, after telling Bai Xilie, hopped off her chair and ran off to play elsewhere.
Since there were many people here today, Bai Xilie was worried, so he ordered a Hidden Guard to follow her.
However, Bai Zhi’er didn’t run far.
Like a sneaky little cat, she quietly crept up behind Feng Fuce.
Feng Fuce was coldly discussing some matters with the Asura envoy in front of him.
He didn’t seem to notice Bai Zhi’er’s approach.
The little one had just stretched out her hands, intending to jump up and give him a fright with a howl.
Unexpectedly, Feng Fuce suddenly moved his hand behind him.
He caught Bai Zhi’er’s round chubby cheeks in one swift motion! Follow current novels on novelFirｅ.net
He didn’t even turn around, yet he caught her so precisely!
In a calm tone, Feng Fuce said to the Asura envoy, "Watch closely as I said, you may leave now."
"Yes." The Asura envoy clasped his hands in salute, turned, and left.
Only then did Feng Fuce turn around.
The handsome contours of the youth’s eyes were as dark as profound ink.
However, deep in his gaze, there was a hint of amusement.
"Trying to sneak up on me?" Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow playfully.
Bai Zhi’er, with her cheeks gently pinched by him, had defiance written all over her big eyes.
Pouting, she said, "Brother Fu Ce, do you have eyes on your back or something?! How did you know I was coming!"
Feng Fuce chuckled softly, leaned down, and leisurely said, "Maybe this little rascal is different from others. As soon as you think of mischief, I can tell."
With that, he let go of her.
"Why aren’t you eating and instead running over to me?"
Bai Zhi’er huffed as she reached into the small pouch at her waist: "Zhi Bao is always thinking if Brother Fu Ce has eaten enough!"
She pulled out a sticky rice ball wrapped in oiled paper.
The little girl stood on tiptoe and handed it to Feng Fuce: "I asked Sister Qingmei. Brother Fu Ce has to protect me and Daddy all the time and can’t sit down to eat with us."
"So I saved this for you. This sticky rice ball is delicious; I saved it for you from my own share! If it were someone else, I wouldn’t be so generous!"
After speaking, Bai Zhi’er proudly raised her little round face.
In her dark, shiny eyes, it seemed to say: Waiting for praise.
After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and bit the ball directly from Bai Zhi’er’s small hand.
Bai Zhi’er looked up with big expectant eyes: "Is it tasty?"
Feng Fuce pretended to taste it seriously, then nodded after a while: "Not bad."
These two words alone made the little girl beam with a radiant smile.
"Brother Fu Ce, carry on with your work then. I’ll bring more delicious food to you later!"
Saying that, Bai Zhi’er trotted back with her little feet.
Watching the little girl’s back, Feng Fuce couldn’t help raising an eyebrow.
It seemed like the little rascal was temporarily treating him like the orange cat Dahua, feeding him?
Was she afraid he would be too busy guarding to have time to eat?
Thinking of this, Feng Fuce couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
He withdrew his gaze and casually remarked, "Adorably silly."
Bai Zhi’er returned to the Emperor’s table.
She eagerly eyed the delicacies in the soup in front of Bai Xilie.
It was specifically provided for the Emperor, with a bowl for both her and Bai Xilie.
Because it supposedly contained rare treasures from the sea, it was pricey and rare, and even several Princes didn’t get any.
Bai Zhi’er loved it and had finished her bowl as soon as it was served.
But Daddy’s bowl was untouched.
Bai Xilie saw his daughter constantly staring at the bowl of seafood soup in front of him.
He couldn’t help but laugh heartily: "Does Zhi Bao want to eat? Daddy can give you this bowl."