Poor Child

If Big Sis said that something was delicious, it would definitely be especially delicious.

Gu Yunke thought of the fried chicken wings, the soft cake, and the sweet and fragrant double-skinned milk. She could not wait.

Although Madam Yang did not say anything, she could not help but speed up.

Qi Ting was speechless. What was going on with this family? Eating a worm was like eating a delicacy. He couldn't bear to look at them. He simply couldn't bear to look at them.

He shook his head. Out of sight, out of mind. He strode forward and led the way.

But as they walked, they slowed down. After a while, while Gu Dajiang and Gu Yundong were talking, he quietly walked to Gu Yunke's side.

The little girl was in Madam Yang's arms and felt a little strange when she saw him retreat to her side.

Qi Ting asked her softly, "Are you really going to eat that thing?"

"Big Sis said it's delicious."