Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 92

Little Feng Qingran pouted, unhappy. “Mother, why would you go somewhere I can’t see? And why wouldn’t you take me with you?”

“Because by then, Ranran will be all grown up and must walk her own path.” The woman smiled serenely and gently, her eyes sparkling with a beauty that was utterly captivating.

“Then I’ll never grow up! That way you can stay with me forever.” Little Feng Qingran’s face was the picture of innocence.

The woman stroked Feng Qingran’s cheek and said tenderly, “Silly Ranran, everyone grows up.”

Feng Qingran suddenly felt upset. Puffing out her cheeks in a huff, she said, “Mother, I don’t want to eat anymore. I’m going out to clear my head.”

She let go of the woman’s sleeve, not giving her a chance to respond.

She turned and ran out of the room, heading straight for the main gate.

Creeeak!—

As Feng Qingran opened the door, she saw a sneaky-looking little black dog crouched right outside.

Delight spread across her small face. “Hey! Mother, come quick! There’s a little black dog here!”

The little black dog watched Feng Qingran warily as she approached, baring its teeth as if ready to bite her.

But Feng Qingran wasn’t scared at all. She stepped forward, grabbed the scruff of the black dog’s neck, and lifted it up.

“Wow! Little black dog, you’re so ugly! But don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you. You can follow me from now on.” Feng Qingran’s eyes sparkled, the gloom from earlier completely gone.

The woman came out, heard Feng Qingran’s childish voice, and saw the black dog. “Ranran, put that down right now. That little black dog doesn’t belong to us. You can’t just decide to keep it,” she said disapprovingly.

Feng Qingran shook her head, utterly willful. “I want to keep it!”

“Ranran, it must have gotten lost from someone else’s home. What will its owners do if you keep it?” A shadow seemed to pass through the woman’s eyes. Since when did Feng Qingran like dogs?

Hearing this made Feng Qingran even more determined. “Mother, nobody lost him. First, he isn’t wearing a collar or leash.”

“Second, he’s too ugly. Nobody would keep such an ugly dog. Third, there’s never been a black dog in our village. He must have come from outside. I can keep him.”

Feng Qingran narrowed her almond eyes, staring at the woman, her gaze shifting between light and shadow.

Woof! Woof! Woof!—

The Taotie was furious, fuming with rage.

How dare this wretched girl call him ugly!

The Taotie kicked his little dog legs, bared his teeth, and barked incessantly at Feng Qingran.

“See, Mother? I was right. He doesn’t have an owner.” Feng Qingran was immensely pleased with herself, her voice soft and sticky. “Mother, go get a rope, quick. I’m keeping him.”

The woman hesitated for a moment, then turned to fetch a rope.

The Taotie felt utterly miserable. Why had he chosen to shapeshift into a little black dog!?

Feng Qingran’s almond eyes sparkled. “Little Black, don’t be sad. Even though you’re ugly, I won’t dislike you. I’ll take care of you, and you’ll always have enough to eat.”

Carrying the Taotie, she went back inside.

She took the rope from the woman and tied it around the Taotie’s neck. “Mother, we can use him to guard the house from now on, okay?”

The woman nodded absently.

She picked up the bowl and chopsticks, pushed them in front of Feng Qingran, and coaxed her gently, “Ranran, hurry up and eat. It’s getting cold.”

Feng Qingran felt a flicker of doubt. Her mother never let her eat cold food?

Was this woman really her mother?

She took the bowl and chopsticks and said sweetly, “Mother, you eat too.”

“Alright.” The woman walked over and sat down at the table, but her eyes never left Feng Qingran.

A faint glimmer passed through Feng Qingran’s almond eyes. She climbed onto the stool, served some food into the woman’s bowl, and then looked at her with sparkling eyes.

A certain emotion flashed deep in the woman’s eyes. She picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth. “Ranran, eat with me.”

Two adorable dimples appeared on Feng Qingran’s fair cheeks.

She picked up her bowl, then gripped the rope in her hand, pulling the Taotie close to her feet.

Thud!—

With a swift motion, she overturned her bowl onto the little black dog’s head.

Woof! Woof! Woof!—

The Taotie, covered in rice grains, roared at Feng Qingran.

“Little black dog, if you bark again, I’ll hit you!” Feng Qingran warned, brandishing her small pink fist.

The Taotie’s remaining barks got stuck in his throat. He let out two low growls, not daring to make another sound.

Dammit!—

Slurp!—

The Taotie sniffed the enticing aroma at his nose, swallowing saliva incessantly.

Soon, a puddle of clear liquid had formed near his feet.

“Ranran, what are you doing?” The woman’s eyes showed surprise and anger. Was Feng Qingran playing her?

Feng Qingran’s almond eyes gleamed mischievously. “Mother, I’m not hungry, but I didn’t want to waste the food. Besides, you never used to force me to eat before.”

The woman took a deep breath, her jade-like hand gripping the chopsticks as she suppressed her anger. “Fine. If you don’t want to eat, then don’t.”

Only then did Feng Qingran look happy again. She gazed at the drooling, desperate Taotie. “Little Black, hurry up and eat. Don’t be scared. If you eat it, I won’t hit you.”

The woman seemed on the verge of saying something but ultimately remained silent.

The Taotie, smelling the aroma of the food, desperately warned himself: You can’t eat anything here!

Feng Qingran stared at the little black dog, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, her eyes filled with mischief.

She reached out her small arm, grabbed another plate of meat, dumped it on the ground, and kept tempting him. “Little black dog, it smells so good. Are you sure you don’t want any?”

The woman was astonished, watching Feng Qingran’s mischievous behavior, her delicate brows tightly furrowed.

Feng Qingran wasn’t supposed to be like this…

Could it be that Feng Qingran had memories from before entering the illusion?

Finally!—

Chomp chomp chomp!—

The Taotie could no longer resist the temptation of the food. He lowered his head and started eating frantically.

Who cares if eating it traps you in the illusion!

The more you eat, the harder it is to break free from the hallucination!

If he could just eat and drink like this forever, he’d be willing to never leave!