Fluffy clouds drifted across the lush green valleys.
Fu Chen rested his soft rosy cheek on his hands as he stared blankly at the vast blue sky.
"Qing Han, why isn't mommy here yet? I'm close to dying of hunger." Fu Chen pouted and stroked his growling belly.
As soon as he finished his words, the earth shook violently—a flabby silhouette came into view.
Thrilled with joy, Fu Chen got up and looked at Feng Ruqing with longing eyes. Qing Han was hiding behind Fu Chen as she stared at Feng Ruqing fearfully. Feng Ruqing was truly ruthless so Fu Chen was afraid of her.
"Mommy, have you started sowing spirit herbs?" Fu Chen looked at her with innocent eyes. Although Fu Chen was scared of Feng Ruqing, hunger had overtaken his fear.
"Fu Chen, let's have a discussion." Feng Ruqing smiled as she walked toward Fu Chen. Seeing his pitiful gaze, she could not help but feel sorry for him.
