The Princess of Northern Land

"Do you want to eat now?" Lin Ziyin, who adored Yanzhi greatly because this child was so considerate, having suffered much in the past. Seeing Yanzhi’s eyes fixated on the big tomatoes, with a somewhat envious gaze, she squatted down and asked with a smile. "I’ll eat when we get home." Yanzhi replied bashfully.

"Eat now, and Yanzhi can pick some more to take home later. We’re not short of these two." Lin Ziyin stroked his head.

"Grandpa Zeng hasn’t eaten." Yanzhi found another excuse.

"Grandpa Zeng is right next door in the shed. There are two here, wash both of them, give one to Grandpa Zeng and eat one yourself." Ziyin said, "When you’re done eating, come back and pick some more to take home. Let Aunt Cui from the kitchen make soup for you."

Yanzhi was still a child. Having heard her words, he glanced at Chu Suifeng bashfully. Although he was young, the teachings of his parents led him to understand that Chu Suifeng was the Prince, and any benefits should go first to this Prince.

Upon seeing the child’s timid manner, Lin Ziyin’s face turned slightly cold. Damn, her own child wanted to eat a tomato, yet he had to consider Chu Suifeng’s feelings. Was being a Prince really that amazing?

"They have hands and feet. If they want to eat, they can pick for themselves." Lin Ziyin mollified Yanzhi in a soft, gentle voice.