"Zhou Xun, I'm hungry,"
Slumped on Zhou Xun's belly, swinging her feet, E' Yingyuan shook her white jade-like little arms and said listlessly:
"I want to eat honey-coated rice cake. I stole two pieces from a merchant's cart when I was running away before. They were so sweet, but they're gone now. If I hadn't eaten them, you could have tried some."
"Is that so, then we'll eat them again later,"
Stroking the girl's smooth long hair, Zhou Xun, with a calm expression, looked at the two connected paintings in the stone room and the figure of Zhou Li in them, and said, "Actually, the rice cakes should be soaked in milk, soft and spongy, very sweet and fragrant."
"That must be delicious,"
A look of yearning appeared on E' Yingyuan's little face as she grabbed the corner of Zhou Xun's clothes and gave it a gentle shake, asking, "Is Beiliang interesting?"
"Very interesting,"
