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“Okay,” Lulu said, smiling, wiping off the tears on her face.
“But I may get fat if I eat too much. Promise you will love me no matter what.”
“I promise. You’re in my heart, baby. When you get fat, you’ll be trapped inside and never be able to leave.” Lulu smiled.
Xixi laughed happily.
“If a man said that to me, I’d marry him on the spot,” a fat girl said with an envious look in her eyes.
“You’re too fat to get into any man’s heart,” her mother said.
“You hurt my feelings, Mom.”
“Oh, are you so inconsolable that you can’t eat? If so, I’ll eat your tofu pudding for you. Your father said my skin had got softer.”
“No! I need some fort food right now.” The girl picked up her tofu pudding quickly and started eating.
“You’re lying, Big Bear. Your heart is so small; how can Sister Xixi get in?” Amy asked solemnly.
Lulu was stumped.
“Big Bear may look like an honest man, but he’s lying to you,” Amy said. “And I heard dishonest men make bad husbands. If you get fat, Sister Xixi, you might bee less attractive, and men all like attractive women. We should be independent of men. That way, they’ll take us more seriously.”
The other customers felt quite happy now that Amy’s little speech put a damper on their jealousy-triggering relationship.
Amy was a child, so she was the perfect person to tell them that without affecting their love for each other.
Xixi nodded. “Amy is right. If I got fat, I wouldn’t be able to put on beautiful dresses.” She stroked Amy’s hair. “How do you know so much?”
Amy smiled. “I learned it from gossip.”
“Okay,” Xixi said, and turned to Lulu. “Promise me you’ll never lie to me, Lulu.”
Lulu nodded earnestly. “I promise. You’re my everything.”
“You’re lying again, Big Bear.” Amy pointed at the bamboo basket by his feet. “You have this too. I saw you carry it in.”
Lulu took a look at the basket, and didn’t know what to say.
Attagirl! the other customers thought.
Xixi guffawed and looked very happy.
Lulu scratched his head, grinned, and resumed his seat. He was a little afraid to speak in front of Amy now.
An interesting couple. Why does the World Tree sound so familiar? Are they dryads? Mag wondered.
There was nothing about dryads in Mag Alex’s memory, but Mag had bought an old history book about the Norland Continent the other day. The bookseller had told him that it was over 100 years old. After some haggling, Mag had taken it home for one gold coin. He read it when he had time, and now had a general idea about the history of the Norland Continent.
The book said little about dryads.
Apparently, dryads were a branch of elves, but they preferred to call themselves night elves. The Wind Forest wasn’t their holy land, and they had their own holy tree—the World Tree.
The war that happened 100 years ago spread to dryads. Their holy land was laid waste to, the thousand-meter-tall World Tree got cut down, and the dryads, among other species, were wiped out.
The writer of the book speculated that the elves were behind the massacre because they had always considered dryads a threat.
I don’t know what really happened to them, Mag thought, but if they are dryads, they might be the only ones who survived the massacre.
“Your braised chicken and four bowls of rice. Do you want the other dishes to be served now?” Yabemiya said.
“No. Serve them later, please,” replied Lulu while Xixi picked up a bowl of rice.
Yabemiya nodded. “Okay.”
“Enjoy your meal, Sister Xixi.” Amy smiled, and went to help Sally collect money.
Xixi immersed in the food immediately.
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