Tang Zijin wanted to refuse but didn't dare, so she timidly opened her mouth and took a bite, accepting the black sticky rice cake.
Gu Moyan showed a triumphant smile, then quickly piled some sweet and heavy pastries in front of Tang Zijin: "You have to eat all of these, if you can't finish them..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish speaking, the tickling stick in Gu Jian's hand hit Gu Moyan.
"You brat, you're bullying Zijin again!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the pile of pastries Gu Moyan had picked and said, "Do you think Zijin is a pig? How can she finish so many pastries at once?"
Tang Zijin: Pig? Always feeling like the old ancestor is mocking her! Unfortunately, she had no evidence.
Gu Moyan was trying hard not to laugh.
Pig?
Looking at Tang Zijin's bulging cheeks, Gu Moyan clicked his tongue twice and thought, well, she really does look a bit like a little pig.
