"Can, can I have another bowl?"
The child was only seven or eight years old, but because of malnutrition, he was smaller than children his own age. His thin face was pale and blue, with a trace of timidness, however, there was unconcealable desire in his eyes.
When Feng Jiu heard this, her heart couldn't help but ache for the child. She looked at the child with a soft smile and said: "Of course."
As soon as she had spoken, a huge smile appeared on the child's face and he ran to the woman's side immediately: "Aunty, Master said I can eat another bowl."
The adults of the ancient family's eyes reddened when they saw this scene. They were originally a large Reclusive Family Clan, but they never expected that they would end up like this one day.
