Fei Fei lay in Tang Jin's arms, so angry that her fur was all puffed up.
Tang Jin stroked Fei Fei's little head and gently shook the bag in her hand to attract the little creature's attention.
She then toddled over to Aunt Ruan.
With her little face lifted, she had just had a quarrel that made someone cry and run away, but she seemed completely unaffected—her big eyes were clear, bright, and full of life.
The little one, serious and seemingly reliable, held Fei Fei in one hand and the small bag filled with several egg yolk pastries in the other, and patted Aunt Ruan on the body with her free hand.
"Auntie, don't punish yourself for others' mistakes, you have to be happy," she said.
The little tyke's childish voice was unexpectedly articulate and logical, not at all typical of a child her age.
Aunt Ruan was stunned for a moment, looking intently into Little Bun's clear eyes.
Such a tiny thing, yet her serious demeanor made it seem as if she could see right through you.
