"Is all this for you to eat?"
Given the sumptuous spread on the table, Fu Qian turned back to look at Violetta.
"Yeah!"
The little girl promptly nodded, her eyes seemingly glued to the table.
Fu Qian, being very tactful, stepped aside to let her return to her seat.
After climbing onto the chair, she almost immediately grabbed a piece of dessert and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Where did all this come from?"
Watching Violetta wolf down the food, Fu Qian was incredulous.
This was nothing like what he had imagined!
The night, lightning, downpour, an impasse on the road, forced to stay at an inn, and dubious characters outside attempting to abduct someone.
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't she be huddled up with her arms around her legs, shivering and staying close to the bed?
But now, the room didn't have a hint of misery or melancholy; it rather looked like a birthday party was being held.