Han Qiwu, who was patting off the dust, suddenly paused.
"????"
The harvest is several times less than yesterday, and you're still particularly happy?
Fullness +80!
If it all ended up in your belly, of course you'd be happy!
Next time, I'll make sure you're full before letting you out.
"Little Prince, didn't get much today, huh? You've really worked hard." Han Qiwu, knowing the Little Prince could understand him, said with a smile.
"Roar, roar!" The Little Prince pouted and nodded, clutching his tummy while his bear face showed a pitifully weak and hungry expression.
"So… do you want some honey? Like this." Han Qiwu continued smiling, casually heading to the kitchen and grabbing a jar of honey.
Look at this guy. Trying to put on an act? With your bear face? Giving up your honest bear demeanor to aim for an Oscar?
"Roar! Roar!"
The Little Prince's eyes lit up when he saw the honey. He quickly stuck out his tongue, eager to taste it.
