"Oh? Why is that?" Nan Quanyou thought it must be because yesterday's incident had offended Lin Qiaoyun somehow.
"Mother said not to. There is no why," Fuguo replied.
Nan Quanyou then took a piece of fried dough stick from his room and came to Fuguo: "Your mother only said not to find me, but she didn't say I couldn't find you, right? Here, have this dough stick."
Seeing Fuguo's conflicted face, Nan Quanyou moved a bit closer: "This dough stick smells great. If you don't eat it, should I give it to Little Buguo?"
Little Buguo often took things from Fuguo. Fuguo didn't like him. Fuguo eyes the dough stick for a moment before finally accepting it, his mouth watering: "Thank you, Uncle Nan."
"What's there to thank? There are more in my room, go grab them."
"Alright," Fuguo, being a child he was, and one used to playing around here, didn't understand the concept of restraint, so he immediately followed Nan Quanyou back into his room.
