Bai Yaoyu looked at the plate of pastries on the table, there were only six pieces.
He couldn't help but say, "Zhi'er, let's order two more dishes, just pastries won't fill you up, I'm afraid."
The little fellow shook her head, her eyes sparkling, her white cheeks soft like clouds.
"The pastries are enough, we'll save the rest of the money for Brother Xiao Kuang to get better."
Watching Bai Zhi'er eat the simplest pastries, yet full of joy.
Even though she had been cold all morning, she still showed no complaints, and Bai Yaoyu felt deep remorse in his heart.
Even if it's for his sister, he couldn't continue to be so reckless in the future.
Arguing with his father was useless; he had to control himself for his sister's sake.
Bai Yaoyu pushed the entire plate of pastries in front of Bai Zhi'er, and only drank tea himself.
At this moment, at a table not far away, sat three guests having tea.
