The dead-fish-eyed Ghost nodded.
Little Taotie silently added in her heart: "Artistic conception" just means no taste!
Before, she thought sugar paintings were the best thing ever. She'd never eaten one herself and could only watch the twins eat them.
Now, she felt sugar paintings were way too sweet, not tasty at all, and they stuck to your teeth.
Little Taotie stared at the broccoli-shaped Candy in her hand, suddenly not sure whether she should open her mouth and eat it.
In fact, she thought: This could be emergency rations.
So, the little girl didn't eat it. She quietly tossed it into her pocket instead.
In her little head she was thinking: Rather than keep it as rations, maybe I can trade it with Hua Jinyan for some chocolate.
"Big brother, what else can you remember? Can you remember who hurt you?"
