Su Yan: "..." I'll endure!
I won't stoop to a kid's level!
"Young master, there are only buns. How do you want to eat them?" The little boy took out two buns from his bag, looking troubled as he asked.
The white-haired man's expression was gentle, his voice also soft and pleasant.
"Slice them, spread honey, and toast them."
The little boy's eyes immediately sparkled, "Right. Young master, you're really smart. I'll go get the honey right now."
Saying this, he couldn't wait and ran to the carriage outside, bringing back a jar of honey.
He removed the lid's seal, took out a dagger, sliced the buns, spread a layer of honey with the dagger, threaded them, and placed them over the fire to roast.
The scent of buns and honey immediately filled the dilapidated temple, and Su Yan sniffed.
She started to feel a bit hungry...
She curled up tighter, deciding to endure it—she would save the buns for tomorrow.
Over there, the little boy had already toasted a few slices of bun.
