"You little flatterer," Lu Fengxuan gently pinched her face, "finish up and come down, let's go wash our hands."
She carried Jiujiu and then went to the restroom on the first floor.
No sooner had she left than the butler whispered into Xiaoyi's ear, "Young master, now that the lady has left, throw the chicken wing into the trash can, and I will take it out immediately."
Xiaoyi glanced at her curiously, put down his chopsticks, "Nanny Lin, we shouldn't waste food."
"But... you don't like it, do you? There's no need to force yourself."
The butler's words got stuck in her throat and didn't come out, as she watched Xiaoyi quickly eat the chicken wing, chew, and swallow it.
He elegantly wiped his mouth and hands with a napkin, braced his hands on the chair, and hopped down stylishly.
"Nanny Lin, the food my mommy makes is delicious, and I really like it."
Although he had lost a bet and agreed to come down for a meal, that didn't mean he didn't like it.
