"Hey, little junior brother, are you crying?"
Hong Ya noticed Feng Mu's silent tears and seemed to recall her past self. She said with a cheerful smile,
"When Master picked me up back in the day, and I tasted Aunt Wei's cooking for the first time, I inexplicably cried my eyes out, probably because I'd never had such delicious food before."
Recalling her own embarrassing moment, Hong Ya continued, "I heard from the senior brother that the second senior sister and sixth senior brother also cried, especially the sixth senior brother, who cried so much that he vomited up his food. The remaining senior brothers didn't cry and were instead scolded by Master for being so worthless that they even forgot to cry."
Feng Mu wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and stared at Hong Ya, lost in thought.
Feeling a bit embarrassed by his gaze, Hong Ya bit her lip and picked a chicken leg from her bowl, placing it in Feng Mu's.
