Feeding His Sister Was More Important

Gu Nuo'er blinked and said softly, "It's fine. It must be delicious too!"

After saying that, the child took two bites of the vegetables and ate until her pink lips were glistening.

Ye Siming wiped his fingers. "I'll go out for a while."

Gu Nuo'er quickly looked up. "Where are you going?!"

"I saw a free-range chicken in the backyard. The monks can't handle it. I'll slaughter it and roast it for you to eat."

Ye Siming spoke calmly, but Kongjue couldn't help but be stunned.

Shuyi and Shu'er were also stunned and the chopsticks in their hands fell.

The two young monks hurriedly whimpered. "Benefactor, show mercy. Master is raising that chicken. It's not for eating!"

Ye Siming frowned.

He first looked at the child.

He knew that Gu Nuo'er would not be happy without meat.

Kongjue didn't like people killing in the temple. Moreover, it was a pheasant he had picked up from the mountain to treat.