"Jiu'er, eat."

Lifting her eyes to look at Feng Jiu'er, Little Cherry's eyes fell on the man beside her, "Ninth Prince, eat."

Just like Feng Jiuer, Little Cherry was also very hungry.

What's more important is that they have been traveling for so many days in a row and haven't been able to eat well even a day. Now that the food is so delicious, how can she remember that there is a prince here?

Xing Zizhou raised the corners of his mouth slightly, picked up a piece of chicken leg, and placed it in Xiaoying's bowl.

"Eat it, the Ninth Prince will not care about it."

Little Cherry glanced at the plump chicken legs in the bowl, pursed her lips, and raised her eyes to look at the person sitting opposite.

"Eat."

Feng Jiuer gave her a reassuring smile.

She picked up the bowl, spooned a bowl of soup, and her eyes fell on Zhan Qingcheng.
Chapter completed!