Li Guanfeng sat in front of the bed and watched Su Xiaowu eat. The fragrant chicken soup stimulated her taste buds, and Su Xiaowu was so happy that her eyes narrowed in delight.
She took small sips of the chicken soup. The warm feeling spread from her mouth to her stomach, as if even her heart was warmed. Her eyes had already narrowed into crescents.
Li Guanfeng had unprecedented patience while dealing with her. "Eat slowly. There's more in the pot. It's all for you."
He thought that the 20 poultries he raised weren't nearly enough. It seemed that he had to raise a lot more. This way, his Xiaowu could eat one every day and drink delicious chicken soup.
The little girl seemed to be seriously malnourished and looked to be only six or seven years old. She was all skin and bone, which made his heart ache. He did not care what she had gone through in the past. In the future, he would not let her suffer again.
