Monarch: "Hmph!"
The Little Princess continued to pester him, unleashing her invincible charm offensive: "Uncle, I like you the best."
Monarch: "Humph!"
The one who liked her uncle best was suddenly drawn to several small bamboo tubes in the monarch's hands: "Eh? What's this?"
The bamboo tubes looked even more appealing than her uncle.
Monarch: "..."
The little miss's eyes opened wide, and her mouth hung open too, saliva almost dribbling out.
She remembered the bamboo tube rice they had eaten that night, personally made by the teachers with honey dates and red beans, fragrant and sticky, delectable without being cloying.
The Monarch looked at her waterfall of drool and twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's an examination question, not food."
The little one decisively distanced herself from the examination question.
She straightened up her small frame and declared solemnly, "I don't want to take a test!"
