Apart from the dry food that Wang Fengqiao was preparing, Feng Qingxue took some candies, biscuits, and nutrition products from her space under the pretext of her comrade's financial support and gave them to Wang Zhengguo. She also shoved a hundred yuan into his hand, "Uncle, don't bother with formalities. Xiaoyun is living with you, I should cover her living expenses. Besides, I can't eat these things during my confinement period, and I don't want to feed Xibao all the time. Look at how fat he's gotten, he might end up with cavities. Take some of these back to my cousin as a reward for her."
Wang Zhengguo's refusal was choked back by her before he could even utter it. His attention was entirely on Xibao, "Where is Xibao fat? This is called being blessed. He followed you through wind and rain at such a young age, don't be harsh on him in terms of food."
"Uncle, you can't say that with your eyes wide open. If he were to be harshly treated, would he be this fat?"
