Vann was about to go out when he saw a little girl in front of him.
However, the little girl's face was covered in dirt, her clothing a bit tattered. She looked towards the dining room and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.
"Uncle, did you eat that table?" The little girl was estimated to be only five or six years old. Her voice was a little childish and very pleasant to the ear. She pointed her slightly white and tender little hand at the table where Vann had eaten just now and asked.
"Yes! Young lady, what's wrong?" Vann squatted down and laughed.
"Can I eat the things on it?" The little girl looked at Vann expectantly.
Vann nodded and sighed faintly. He pulled the little girl and said, "Let's go, Uncle will take you to eat."
Seeing Vann nod, the littl
