Xiao Furen smacked his lips. The flatbreads smelled quite appealing. As a grown man, he was clumsy around the house and really didn't know how to cook. So, when he was home alone, he rarely ate things like steamed buns or flatbreads. He mostly just tossed rice, beans, and whatever else into a clay pot and boiled it.
But seeing the little girl's big, round eyes watching him warily, he knew it was probably hopeless. Still, he wouldn't give up. Society had taught him that if you want to succeed, you can't be bothered with saving face. It had taught him that victory belongs to those who persevere. In his past life, he had stumbled and struggled, enduring plenty of hardship when he first started his business. He was confident he could win over a little girl, especially one so straightforward.
So, Xiao Furen didn't make a move. He just sat to the side, watching Li Yuansi eat.
