Stared at by the young girl, Xiao Furen's face flushed slightly. He quickly lowered his head and, in a few bites, finished the cornbread muffin he had long been neglecting. He inwardly cursed himself. 'I'm a man in my fifties, yet I can't tear my eyes away from a little girl's steamed bun. How utterly shameful.'
In truth, age had little to do with it. It's like those stories about rich kids sent to the countryside—after a month of hardship, don't they practically drool at the sight of a chicken?
Xiao Furen had been reborn for over a year now. Through his own arduous efforts, he had finally graduated from thin porridge to the "prosperous" life of eating cornbread muffins. However, the blissful days of eating meat whenever he wanted and steamed wheat buns whenever he pleased were still a long way off.
