Everyone keeps talking about Xibao. Is Xibao some kind of delicacy?
He's not the little chubby boy he used to be.
Feng Qingxue couldn't help muttering a few words, but Guo Yan overheard and accused, "It must be because you haven't taken good care of him; otherwise, how could Xibao have lost weight? My Xibao, who had finally grown so plump, has actually been starved skinny by his heartless parents. No, no, you should let me know before you leave, and I'll buy some tasty treats for you to take back to Xibao and Fubao. The weather is getting hotter, and I wonder if the cream cakes I buy will go bad on the trip back." She almost seemed to be talking to herself with that last sentence.
Before Feng Qingxue could even voice her refusal, an elder with the appearance of an 'old man with a childlike face' entered from outside, holding a coarse porcelain dish, "Yanzi, can I borrow some soy sauce!"
Guo Yan quickly stood up and said to Feng Qingxue, "Xiaoxue, this is my elder brother."
