That soft, childish voice was full of grievance, and Su Li felt her heart tremble just listening to it once, wishing she could give her beloved son all the goodness in the world.
Children at this age are particularly prone to hunger.
Tuanzi knelt on the soft cushion with his little legs, his shoulders drooping, and his small face full of dejection.
In the past few days, the servants delivering food have been coming later and later, and now that it’s late autumn here, the meals they bring are sometimes already cold.
Tuanzi couldn’t eat, and in just three or four days, his chubby little face had shrunk by half a circle.
Holding the phone, Tuanzi looked at the mooncake photos and couldn’t help but stick out his little tongue to lick his lips. The craving in his stomach was stirred, and it began to growl.
So hungry, really want to eat mama’s mooncakes, they must be fragrant and savory, soft and crisp at each bite.
Tuanzi recalled the little snacks his mama used to make for him. Holding the phone with his tiny hands, he swallowed saliva again and again.
Tuanzi tilted his small head, feeling a bit puzzled. Is this what the book describes as "quenching thirst by thinking of plums"?
Tuanzi dejectedly lowered his little head. He didn’t want to only think about it, he really wanted to eat them. He would even dream of it, dreaming of chasing with his little legs, calling out "mama" until he woke up.
When awake, everything around was cold and chilly to the bone.
Su Li could almost imagine what expression Tuanzi had now, her heart aching, having long forgotten the idea of asking Tuanzi to help her check out the list of novels adapted into popular TV dramas in recent years.
Even though she thought Tuanzi running away without permission should lead to punishment by his guardian, she still felt anguished over her son.
Always felt he was kneeling in the ancestral hall, without enough food and warmth.
If a time-space rift could be captured, could she send it through?
Perhaps Su Li’s longing was too intense, as the phone lying on the table suddenly vibrated, and a message popped up in the WeChat chatbox: "Accidentally captured a time-space rift."
Su Li was slightly startled, had she... gotten her wish?
A little vortex appeared in front of her, like a small black hole, seemingly able to swallow a person!
Su Li suddenly remembered, last time when she wanted to help Tuanzi, a small rift also appeared?
Seeing that the rift was about to disappear, Su Li took out a mooncake and sent a whole plate of mooncakes through.
The small time-space rift gradually closed, leaving no trace.
The night above the ancestral hall grew darker, and the late autumn breeze blew in, making Tuanzi, kneeling on the cushion, shiver from the cold and hunger.
With his phone in hand, his little face was full of grievance, and his slightly stiff fingers typed on the phone keyboard: "Mama, help Tuanzi eat, Tuanzi is not very hungry." Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Before this message was sent, suddenly a plate of mooncakes appeared in front of the cushion.
Tuanzi blinked, hurriedly threw away his phone, rubbed his eyes with his little hands, and cautiously opened them again.
The plate of mooncakes was still there!
Immediately, Tuanzi beamed with joy, quickly grabbing a piece of exquisite and still warm mooncake, biting into it. The crust was soft, the filling sweet, so delicious!
This must have been made by mama!
Kneeling on the cushion, Tuanzi quickly ate the mooncake, holding it with both little hands. The familiar sweet taste almost made him dance with joy in the ancestral hall.
[Tuanzi Loves Mama Most: Is mama a fairy? The mooncakes are so delicious, Tuanzi likes them.]
Su Li’s mouth gradually curved into a smile, her heart filled with tenderness.
The casual voice flowed into Su Li’s ears like the gentle stream of a mountain brook: "Are my mooncakes ready?"