Song Ziyuan picked up the snacks in front of her and ate three pieces in one go.
Jiang Xiaoxiao held her hand, the snacks were delicious, but many of the ingredients were hard to digest, and Song Ziyuan was still a child.
Song Ziyuan looked aggrieved, she had been hungry for several days.
The little money she had was only enough to buy herself a bun here, and she despised stealing or robbery; after all, she was an interstellar warrior goddess, how could she do such disgraceful things?
It was hard to meet her mom, yet she couldn't even eat something.
"Specialist He, I assume you have some meals here? If not, please go out and buy some for me, beef noodles or something, with soup, some vegetables, and fruits."
Jiang Xiaoxiao was also worried about Song Ziyuan, not knowing how many days this child had been following her without showing up, surely not going hungry.
Song Ziyuan's eyes sparkled when she heard that, "And meat, I want to eat meat, the best kind."
