Some people have plenty to eat but still don't stop talking.
Ye Jiu's heart softened for a moment, and he asked sweetly, "Qingzhi hasn't gone to bed yet?"
"Got up to go to the privy," Ye Qingzhi responded dully, and then licked her lips, adding, "It smells good."
Ye Jiu smiled, reached into the basin and took a piece of fried meat dregs and stuffed it directly into Ye Qingzhi's mouth, "Does it smell even better now?"
"Mmm..." Ye Qingzhi nodded as she chewed on the meat dregs, her eyes glimmering.
Zhao's family favored boys over girls, so Ye Qingzhi was thoroughly neglected in the second house. A child of only six, she was occasionally subjected to a barrage of scolding, a truly pitiable little girl.
Ye Jiu thought to himself and took out three bowls, then filled each bowl with half a bowl of meat dregs. He brought a bowl to Ye Qingzhi and said, "Qingzhi, take this back to your mother and your little brother to eat, then come back here. Your auntie will leave some for you in the kitchen, so you can sit there and eat."