OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess Chapter 172: Zhi’er is a Meat Eater, a Tough Character!

When Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er went to the restaurant, the private rooms on the second floor were already full.

So, they chose a table by the window on the ground floor.

Bai Zhi’er skillfully ordered a few signature dishes.

She didn’t forget to sweetly smile at the waiter: "Uncle~ Please ask the chef to hurry up, I’m already hungry!"

Seeing such a cute and innocent little one, the waiter nodded repeatedly.

"Don’t worry, Miss. Our dishes not only taste great, but they’re also served quickly, so you won’t be kept waiting!"

"Please wait a mont, your al will be ready soon!"

With that, he hurried off to deliver their order.

Bai Zhi’er glanced around while Feng Fuce calmly sipped his tea.

The little one looked at him and curiously asked: "Brother Fu Ce, what about those big Asura Envoy brothers who follow you?"

Feng Fuce raised his cold eyes and quietly said: "I left them near the carriage. If they were here, you might not enjoy your al."

"Hmm?" Bai Zhi’er tilted her little head curiously: "Why?"

This question unexpectedly made Feng Fuce chuckle softly.

He lightly raised his cold brow: "When people see the clothes of the Xiuluo Guard, they get scared. If they had co with us, the chef and shopkeeper would have already run away, how would you eat then?"

Bai Zhi’er puffed her cheeks: "But why are people afraid of you all?"

Feng Fuce’s eyes beca misty as he put down his teacup, leaning forward to look into the little one’s clear eyes.

"We kill and bury without rcy. Do you think they’re scared or not?"

Bai Zhi’er seed half-understood.

"But, I heard from Sister Qingi that Brother Fu Ce and those big brothers are helping Father to investigate bad guys."

"If they haven’t done anything bad themselves, why should they be afraid? Like Zhi’er, I’m not afraid of you!"

Feng Fuce looked at her in leisure: "You’re not afraid because I haven’t hard you."

"If I ever hit you or was an to you, you would have run away scared long ago."

Bai Zhi’er said sternly: "No, I wouldn’t!"

Her little round face was full of confidence: "You can’t beat ! Zhi’er eats at; I’m tough!"

With that, she bared her little teeth, trying to mimic the actions of a beast to scare Feng Fuce.

Unexpectedly, Feng Fuce was first surprised, then his eyebrows relaxed, and he actually laughed.

She still wouldn’t fill his teeth.

At this mont, the dishes arrived.

The table was filled with a dazzling array of aromatic delicacies.

Bai Zhi’er ate a piece of braised pork, her mouth glistening.

She buried her head in her food and, when she looked up again, she saw that Feng Fuce was still sipping his tea.

The little one pouted: "You should eat too!"

Feng Fuce flatly refused: "I’m not hungry and rarely eat anything from outside."

Bai Zhi’er’s desire to share the delicious food couldn’t be contained.

She scooped a spoonful of tender stir-fried chicken, jumped down from her chair, and walked over to Feng Fuce.

"Brother Fu Ce, try this!"

Feng Fuce paused in his tea-drinking motion.

He lowered his cold eyes, looking at the delicious food in the little one’s hand.

The food she offered had so special spiritual power.

Feng Fuce thought for a mont and, although a bit reluctant, he lowered his head and ate the chicken from the spoon.

Not only was the taste unexpectedly good.

Also, with the added spiritual power, his dantian and chest felt full.

This sensation was different from the mana he gained from killing.

It was pure and clean power, completely devoid of slaughter.

Bai Zhi’er watched Feng Fuce savoring the taste, her eyes curved with a smile, her round little face looking charmingly cute: "Tasty, isn’t it?"

Feng Fuce didn’t hesitate to praise anymore.

He nodded: "It’s delicious."