Uncle with a Sharp Tongue

Upon hearing those words, Qin Lie's expression turned cold. He turned his head to look, and Zhouzhou followed his gaze.

In front of them stood a tall man, handsome in appearance and tall in stature. He had a somewhat wicked aura about him, and his fingertips were hooked around a small wooden barrel. His beautiful peach blossom eyes gleamed with mischief.

He called her a little food barrel!

Zhouzhou wrinkled her nose unhappily and gave him a glare before turning her head and looking at Qin Lie with a pleading expression. "Dad, he insulted me!"

"Mm, I heard it," Qin Lie reassured her, patting her head. "Don't mind him. It's a blessing to have a good appetite. Zhouzhou, you can eat well, and you're strong too. It's not in vain."

Exactly, exactly!