Farewell
Redakteur: Henyee Translations
"Xiao Mo, eat more." Wei Ziqin enthusiastically picked up food from the plates into Mo Lian's bowl and also remembered to serve Duan Yue next. "Ah-Yue, you eat as well."
Xiao Lin'er watched with distress as the food that originally belonged to her was served to the youths' bowl little by little, and she could only sulkily gnaw on the bun in her hands.
Qiao Mu felt even more sullen and disheartened. She wanted to eat a piece of meat, and her parents would quickly serve some meat to the two youths. She wanted to eat a few bites of vegetables, and her parents would take turns telling the two youths to eat more vegetables.
In the end, she merely wanted to drink some soup, but Mother snatched the large soup spoon from her hand and enthusiastically served a large bowl to Crown Prince Mo first.
So aggravating! How could there be such a difference in treatment?!