Little Pudding was left with no choice, so she turned around and hugged Ye Qilan's leg, acting coy: "Daddy, I'm really, really so hungry."
Ye Qilan glanced at his watch and then looked at everyone who was staring at him. He finally relented: "Alright, let's all eat."
One by one, they showed no decency. The hostess hadn't even joined them, how could they eat?
Under Ye Qilan's glare, everyone ate with relish. Little Pudding was especially cheerful, and when she looked up to see Ye Qilan not touching his chopsticks, she was puzzled: "Daddy, aren't you hungry?"
The food and meat were so delicious, she was drooling just looking at it. How could her dad bear not to eat?
"Not hungry," Ye Qilan replied harshly.
Little Pudding was immersed in the feast, gnawing on a chicken leg with relish. On the other side, Fu Yan was not to be outdone, serving Liu Qingyin a large bowl of soup: "Qingyin, you're too thin, you need to nourish yourself more, this soup is nutritious."
