Seeing the girl gobbling down her food, Wang Dadong felt an inexplicable pang of sadness in his heart.
From the girl's emaciated body, it was obvious that what she usually ate was probably not even as good as pig slop.
Now that there was braised pork to eat, it was as if she had stepped into heaven.
"Don't rush, eat slowly, it's all yours..." Wang Dadong signaled that she didn't need to hurry.
But the girl didn't understand what he was saying, and thought he was telling her to stop eating, looking at Wang Dadong pitifully and not daring to move.
Wang Dadong shook his head helplessly, using his hand to gesture at her to continue eating.
The girl immediately resumed devouring the food heartily.
Wang Dadong was neither hungry nor thirsty, and since he had just fought with Zemalia, he didn't bother the girl.
In truth, he simply couldn't bring himself to.
He helped the girl put her clothes back on and then had the kitchen prepare more braised pork to be brought over.
