Bai Zhi’er walked in with small steps, her feet pitter-pattering.
Qingi stayed outside, being chatted up by Chu Ping.
"Xiao i, do you want so sweets from Tengyun Building? I’ll bring you so next ti I enter the palace for work."
"I don’t eat them, they’re too sweet."
"Oh, you like things bitter?"
Qingi: ...
Chu Ping’s puzzled voice ca through: "Xiao i, why aren’t you responding?"
Inside, Feng Fuce heard Bai Zhi’er’s footsteps and had already stood up from behind the table.
The little one’s visit this ti included a basket on her arm.
"Brother Fu Ce, look, what did I bring you!"
Bai Zhi’er’s big eyes were round and adorable as she lifted her small hand.
Feng Fuce glanced down, chuckling softly: "A few pieces of milk cake?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded repeatedly: "They’re delicious! Uncle Imperial Chef made a new flavor, with red beans inside!"
Feng Fuce casually picked up a piece and took a couple of bites.
He squinted his eyes: "Didn’t you not finish this morning’s?"
Bai Zhi’er’s chubby little face twitched.
Uh oh!
How did he find out so easily?
The little one fiddled with her fingers, saying in a pitiful voice: "Well... it’s because visiting a friend without a gift is inappropriate."
"So Zhi’er brought her favorite snack. Brother Fu Ce, you don’t mind, right?"
Feng Fuce snorted with a raised brow, "I mind."
Bai Zhi’er quickly looked up, her big eyes filled with disbelief.
Feng Fuce put the whole piece into his mouth, then teased, "Just ssing with you."
He took the basket and placed it on the table, asking, "What brings you here this ti?"
Bai Zhi’er smiled sweetly, tilting her small face upward: "Didn’t you promise to find Brother Juzi for ? How’s that going?"
Feng Fuce’s thin lips pressed slightly, his deep features faintly rigid at this mont.
Bai Zhi’er explained: "Because it’s spring, Brother Juzi said there are no oranges at this ti."
"I went to look for him yesterday, but he wasn’t there. Is it because there are no oranges, so he doesn’t show up?"
Yesterday...
Feng Fuce raised his hand and pressed his brow a couple of tis.
Yesterday, he went out to investigate the Fake Princess Bai Yanyan’s matter.
Not being in the Xiuluo Guard, he naturally couldn’t go directly to the stone forest to pick up Bai Zhi’er.
After a pause, Feng Fuce said plainly: "Still investigating, I’ll let you know as soon as there’s news."
Bai Zhi’er pouted, her face showing so disappointnt: "Alright then."
She waved her small hand: "Brother Fu Ce, take your ti, I’ll head back now."
Feng Fuce instantly raised a brow, his dark eyes tinged with humor.
"Didn’t find him for you, and you’re leaving? Little rascal." He chuckled.
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi’er stopped in her tracks, turned around, and puffed her cheeks angrily.
"Zhi’er isn’t a little rascal! And I brought you sothing to eat!"
"Is it just for this so-called Brother Juzi, or would you have brought sothing anyway?" Feng Fuce’s raven-like brows were faintly cold, like frost.
Bai Zhi’er stomped her little feet, quite unwilling: "Of course I would!"
Whether it’s about Brother Juzi or not, she would spoil Brother Fu Ce no matter what!
Feng Fuce crossed his arms, his slender body leaning against the table behind him.
His long legs slightly bent, giving off a casual and relaxed vibe: "Then how will you prove it?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big, confused eyes.
Prove?
Feng Fuce was dressed in a dark robe with an Asura face embroidered on the left shoulder.
His strikingly cold and white face stood out even more by contrast.
Seeing the little one looking perplexed, Feng Fuce smiled, reached back, and grabbed the basket.
"Feed one as a taste, and I’ll believe you’re not here just for Brother Juzi, but just to see ."
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