Zhi'er nodded, saying confidently, "He's not here now, so I want to invite you to eat."
Prince Qing chuckled, "Why? Do you feel a special connection with me?"
The little one lifted her long eyelashes, with eyes like fresh grapes, silently examining Prince Qing's head.
After a brief silence, Zhi'er spoke softly, "Round head? Hmm... if you want to think so, I won't argue."
I better keep quiet, or else, what if I hurt this strange uncle's feelings?
He has a scar on his face and a round head; he might feel insecure!
Zhi'er was extremely considerate, her smile charming and adorable, "Here, try a piece!"
After saying that, she took a piece of cake herself and sat on the chair beside Prince Qing.
The two synchronized, taking a bite of the chestnut cake.
They both exclaimed at the same time—
"So delicious."
Zhi'er's eyes sparkled, "You like chestnut cake too?"
