Bai Zhi'er used her coquetry, just like how she usually pesters Bai Xilie.
"Brother Fu Ce!" Her chubby little arms tightly wrapped around Feng Fuce's neck.
Feng Fuce grunted, "Can you not squeeze so tight?"
Bai Zhi'er nudged her small body, pressing her entire white and adorable face against his ear.
"Just let me try a bite, by the time we reach the Imperial Garden, Zhi'er will definitely be starving."
Feng Fuce resisted the urge to turn and bite her cheek, forcing himself to say, "No."
After all, if she ate it along with the evening breeze, she would certainly have a stomachache.
Bai Zhi'er whimpered and fidgeted restlessly on Feng Fuce's back.
In the end, Feng Fuce really couldn't do anything about her.
He could only take out a piece of taro cake and hand it to her: "Eat while leaning on my back."
Bai Zhi'er's soft little hands took it: "Okay!"
She took a big bite of the taro cake.
The sweet and glutinous taste melted in her mouth.
