"Poor supervision; execute those responsible for tasting the dishes and leading the kitchen,"
To present such a large creature is an utter farce.
If they cannot manage such trifles, they do not deserve to live.
The eunuch swallowed nervously.
"Yes."
At this mont, crunching sounds were heard from the purple clay pot.
Yu Wenxu’s gaze swept over to the pot.
He hesitated for a mont.
The little eunuch didn’t know whether to stay or go.
At this ti, the crunching from the purple clay pot beca even louder.
Yu Wenxu’s eyelids twitched.
"Bring it here."
The little eunuch hurriedly carried the pot over.
Upon opening the lid.
This was supposed to be a black chicken soup.
In just a short ti, half of the black chicken had been eaten.
Even the bones of the chicken were gnawed away.
The soup had been simring on the stove for a long ti, so the pot was very hot inside.
But the little atball seed unfazed by the heat and continued to eat joyfully.
Its face sared with food.
The little atball clutched tightly into the chicken, crunching away with its tiny milk tooth.
Yum... delicious.
At this mont, a chuckle echoed from Yu Wenxu’s throat.
To think it could eat so well and was not afraid of heat; I thought it was a delicate one.
It seems that this one will be easy to raise.
As he thought this, he picked up a long spoon from beside him, reaching into the pot.
He slowly stirred the soup.
The little atball got dizzy from the spinning and sat on the spoon, dazed, biting a wing.
It hugged the spoon’s handle tightly with both its aty paws.
Refusing to let go.
Its mouth moved, and the piece of chicken wing visibly shrank into its belly.
Yu Wenxu watched this sopping wet little creature, the amusent on his face growing stronger.
He picked the little atball out of the pot.
Su Yan sat on that spoon, her bottom snugly fitted against its edge.
After a mont of silence...
"Ugh!!"
Along with the chicken wing, whatever else she had just swallowed, she vomited out.
The smile on Yu Wenxu’s face froze.
Then, a shadow passed over his expression.
He saw the half-eaten chicken wing she had just devoured land precisely on his chest.
Slipping down the silk brocade to the floor.
Su Yan opened her watery eyes wide, looking at the stuff she had just vomited, and the half-eaten wing, feeling wronged and upset.
She had worked so hard to eat it, and now it was all coming back up??
"Wuu... wuu wuu~~~"
Blinking, she stared at the chicken wing and burst into tears.
It started with a quiet cry, but as she felt more aggrieved, it grew louder and louder.
The tender voice sounded as if it carried the world’s grievances.
Tsk.
It was crying?
I haven’t even settled the score with it yet, and it starts crying??
Yu Wenxu couldn’t care less about his germophobia at this juncture and yanked the little atball up by its ears.
Then, he held it in midair and shook it.
At this shake, Su Yan felt like throwing up again.
Her bewildered face stopped bawling.
Perhaps instinctively, she grew two aty paws,
"Ugh..."
Her eyes, still wet, gazed at Yu Wenxu.
Is this... begging for a hug?
His eyebrow arched, a complex emotion rising amidst the somberness.
This scene was probably a first for him.
There was a little atball asking him for a hug.
He held the little atball and observed it for a long while.
Then, he tossed the little thing into a basin of clean water.
He washed it, wiped off the wet droplets from its body.
And then inspected it in his hands again.
The little atball curled up, looking at him with a pitiful expression.
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