Bai Zhi’er was momentarily stunned.
After a brief pause, she smiled innocently.
"That’s right, in spring we can eat pears, dates, apricots, and peaches!"
The little one completely missed Feng Fuce’s point.
Her childish voice chattered on, "Brother Ju Zi, have you ever eaten a big peach with thin skin and lots of juice? It looks pinkish, and when you take a bite, your mouth gets full of sweet fruit juice!"
At this point, Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.
Her chubby little face was filled with the words ’greedy cat’, and she rubbed her stomach with her small hand.
"Do you have sweet potatoes to eat, I’m hungry~"
Feng Fuce was about to get up and fetch her some sweet potatoes from inside the house.
However, just as he took a step forward, he frowned and stopped.
No, he intended to sever ties with the little rascal.
Why was he going to get her something to eat again?
Feng Fuce sat back down beside her and wrote coldly and unfeelingly in her palm—
Beneath the handkerchief, Bai Zhi’er’s watery black eyes showed a hint of disappointment.
But the little one quickly adjusted her expression, giving a sweet and obedient smile.
"It’s okay! This time, I brought some food for you!"
Bai Zhi’er reached into the wallet at her waist and rummaged through it.
She took out an orange-yellow persimmon!
"Here!" The little one tilted her head and smiled, "This one is really sweet!"
Feng Fuce slightly raised his eyebrows.
He didn’t take it but wrote a question stroke by stroke—
[Why are you giving a persimmon this time]
With her personality, wouldn’t she prefer carrying milk cakes?
Bai Zhi’er held his hand and smoothly shoved the persimmon into Feng Fuce’s palm.
The motion was bold, completed in one go.
Then, with a soft voice, she said, "Earlier, I saw a little eunuch who unfortunately died from smallpox on the palace road."
"They said it was a palace attendant guarding the Orange Garden. I thought it was Brother Juzi."
"I came today to check on your safety, and I’m so glad to know you’re alright!"
"Eating this persimmon symbolizes safety and peace. You’re my good friend. Without you, who would I share my thoughts with!"
Feng Fuce paused with his dark, cold eyes and looked up at Bai Zhi’er, who was sitting across from him with a handkerchief.
The little one tilted her head, smiling adorably, and the wallet at her waist had already flattened.
It seemed she indeed brought it just for him.
Just didn’t know if she saw that her "Brother Juzi" faced was the big bad guy she thought of, would she still want to give him this persimmon?
Feng Fuce lowered his eyes, his expression complex, and was speechless for a moment.
"Brother Juzi, why haven’t you eaten yet?" The little one, hearing no response, asked curiously.
If he didn’t eat it soon, she would be tempted to take a bite!
This morning, the persimmons sent to Ruizhu Palace by the Imperial Affairs Bureau were very sweet!
Bai Zhi’er had specially saved one for him.
At this moment, the other party gently drew two characters in her palm—
The little one heard the sound of him getting up.
Feng Fuce picked up the sweet potato, which he had already prepared for her, from a side room.
He had just taken it out from the charcoal fire from the moment he saw her, airing it on the table.
It was now the perfect temperature for her to eat.
Originally, Feng Fuce didn’t want to have any more interaction with the little one.
The sweet potato, of course, didn’t need to be given.
Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t bear to be heartless.
Since it was prepared for her, it should still be given to her.
At worst, he would not pick her up from the stone forest next time.
Thinking so, Feng Fuce stepped out of the room.
However, he suddenly sensed something odd, and his expression became sharply vigilant.
He saw a black shadow flash by within the Orange Garden where Bai Zhi’er was facing.
The little one was completely unaware, swinging her feet and humming a tune, looking very leisurely.