Jing Ziheng went home with Ye Mi carrying the food.
“To buy food.” Jing Ziheng said, “Do you think the food you received is enough to last us for a year?”
“Is………not enough.”
Not only is it not enough, even if she as a small appetite, this amount of food is still not sufficient to last her alone for a year, not to mention feeding two people.
Ye Mi lowered her head, her face flushed slightly, she was ashamed.
Jing Ziheng turned his head to the side and saw the little girl beside him with her head hanging down, her soft and fine short hair messily scattered revealing the small ear hidden inside. It turned a little white as she shivered against the cold wind.
His eyes darkened, and he raised his hand and squeezed it lightly.