At night, the bright moon shone in the sky, with twinkling stars scattered across the black night.
A large pot of delicious iron-pot stewed goose was served by Mo Jingchun onto the dining table.
For a moment, the whole villa was filled with the aroma of stewed goose.
Sitting at the dining table, Candy, who had been holding a spoon for a while, was already a bit impatient to take a bite.
Poor White Goose never imagined that its first day at work would end up on the dining table, becoming an authentic delicacy.
Seeing his sister's full-eyed anticipation, Mo Jingchun smiled and helped his sister scoop a bowl directly from the pot.
"Eat slowly, don't burn yourself."
"Mmm, mmm." The little one didn't reach out to take the bamboo bowl handed over by her brother directly.
Knowing it would burn her hands but still reaching out, wouldn't that be foolish?
The little one understood clearly! Though young, she was quite clever.
