After spending a considerable amount of time together, Little Taotie had come to realize that King of Film Xu was very picky about his food, but the little one didn't know there was such a thing as anorexia nervosa.
She regarded King of Film Xu as a very picky adult who would pretend to eat a few bites and then secretly throw the rest away.
Little Taotie put on a serious face, and in a childishly stern voice said, "Father Xu, that's not right! You can't waste food!"
King of Film Xu sighed, feeling quite helpless, "I'm really not hungry, and I just can't eat it."
"Why?" Little Taotie looked bewilderedly at the bowl, inside which was egg fried rice with slices of cured meat, giving off an inviting fragrance.
The cured meat, smoked with pine needles and orange peels by the villagers, was translucent and emitted a fruit aroma.
She asked suspiciously, "Is it because Mother Cheng doesn't cook well?"
