“It’s fine as long as you don’t disdain this crude baked flatbread from a farmer’s family. They aren’t worth much. You can try eating to fill your stomach.” The auntie placed the tray on the table. Su Xi-er picked up a piece and passed it to Pei Qianhao. “A-Jing, try some.” Pei Qianhao didn’t reach out his hand to take ...