When that little girl picked up her chopsticks and squinted her eyes, pressing close to the edge of the pot for quite a while, she suddenly pinched something hard inside the pot with her chopsticks.
When she lifted it up, she found her chopsticks had caught a braised duck head with half its neck still attached.
The little girl didn't care about the heat—she joyfully cradled the duck head and ran towards her two waiting younger sisters.
The three of them devoured the duck head as if feasting on delicacies, their eyes sparkling with joy and delight; the youngest even threw her head back and giggled aloud.
Bai Lingmiao walked forward quietly. She seemed to feel their happiness, and the corners of her mouth curved upward just a little.
She had once had a younger brother herself; whenever she had something good to eat, she would share it with him too.
Watching them, Bai Lingmiao seemed to see her former self.
