"Yes. My father made it taste so good! Can't you make it?" Within her pure, clear blue eyes was nothing but the disappointment of not being able to enjoy the delicious food.
Qing Linghuan fell silent for a moment before asking, "Xiaoqi, how old are you?"
"I'm three and a half years old this year," Xiaoqi replied.
"..." Are three-and-a-half-year-olds this clever?
Xiaoqi gazed at him eagerly, "So, can I have the grilled whole fish?"
"You're so tiny, can you even eat such a big grilled whole fish?"
Xiaoqi hopped down from his palm to the ground, "I can't finish it, but there's also Mom, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Qing."
Right now, Qing Linghuan regretted teasing this little tyke...
...
Sally was woken up by the smell of smoke.
Was the island on fire?
The smoke was so thick!
Sally looked down to see Xiaoqi lying peacefully asleep at the head of the bed, quiet and heavy.