"Mumu is gone. No matter how much you think about her, she won't feel it."
"Prince, enough is enough, leave more hope to those who are still alive, free yourself, and let your father feel relieved, is it possible?"
Qin Shi put the small plate of mung bean cake back and picked up another plate of rose gold silk cake. He picked up a small piece as usual, put it in his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, and shook his head.
"This won't work. It smells too greasy and Mumu won't like it."
He curled his lips in disgust.[
Qin Zhaotian was speechless, and it took him a long time to jump to his feet, "Prince, when I'm talking to you, are you listening carefully?"
"Mu Mu, Mu Mu, you only care about Mu Mu. She is just a wooden tablet now. If you send all the delicacies in the world, she will not return your charming smile."
"Prince, wake up. It's much better to hold a charming princess in your arms than to hide cold memories without relief. I'm not asking you to forget Mu Mu, I just hope you can see the reality clearly and don't be completely bound by the past.
In a cocoon, you can’t break free.”
"At least, give it a try... Maybe the princess can take Mu Mu's place and become your new sustenance..."
The old father who spoke so earnestly and passionately turned his head to look.
Qin Shi was still tasting the dim sum and had already tasted the dish closest to the inside: crispy meatloaf.
"This is good, I like it too. It seems like I really need to bring an imperial chef back with me."
"Qin Shi!!!" Qin Zhaotian couldn't bear it any longer and roared violently.
Give him some face, even if he is not an emperor, he is still an old father.
He said so many things, why can't the brat just listen to him properly?
Laoshizi's snacks are actually more important than him.
Didn’t you have breakfast before the prince came???
"Father, is something wrong?" Qin Shi raised his head and looked over with doubts in his dark eyes.