The little star from the Gobi Desert, handed over to the state, is hailed as a national treasure.

Sweetie tilted her head, seemingly understanding but not quite, and secretly glanced at George Yang and his family a few times. She didn't understand English and didn't know what they were saying, but the little girl was very good at reading people. Just by looking at their arrogant and rude attitude, she knew they weren't saying anything nice.

"Dad, that uncle and aunt were rude."

Liang Zhe thought to himself, "This is not just being impolite, it's clearly forgetting our ancestors and traditions, it's a disgrace to the Great Xia nation!"

But he didn't want to talk about these things with Tian Tian in this setting. His daughter's heart was too pure; these rubbish things didn't deserve to pollute her eyes and soul.

"Honey, don't worry about them, just eat your food, and we'll leave after you finish."

"Okay." Sweetie nodded obediently, but didn't touch her chopsticks. She just lowered her head and took small bites of the coarse grain steamed bun in her hand.

"Sweetie, why aren't you eating any meat?" Liang Zhe asked, looking at the plate still mostly filled with stir-fried pork. Sweetie had only eaten a few bites; she shouldn't be full so quickly.

Sweetie raised her head, blinked her big, bright eyes, and said earnestly, "Sweetie has already eaten meat. We'll save these for Grandpa Liu, Grandpa Qian, and Grandpa Bai when we get back."

Liang Zhe's heart melted instantly at his daughter's words, and his eyes welled up with tears once again. The little girl didn't know that they were already thousands of miles away from the base, and the cooked meat couldn't be taken back at all, but in her heart, she still thought about the elders at the base.

He hugged his daughter and said softly, "My darling is so thoughtful. It's too far from Grandpa Liu and the others here, so we can't take this meat back. But Daddy promises you, when we go back, we'll buy lots and lots of meat for the grandpas, uncles, and aunts."

"Really?" Sweetie smiled happily, her eyes sparkling. "That's great! Grandpa, uncles, and aunties want to eat meat too! Meat is the best!"

"Mmm, it's delicious, so Sweetie, you have to finish the rest of the meat. Don't waste it, be good." Liang Zhe put another piece of meat on his daughter's plate. Watching the little girl eat it with gusto, his irritation and anger subsided a bit.

But Henry, who was not far away, suddenly slammed his fist on the table and yelled in English, "I'm hungry! I'm so hungry! Hurry up and serve the food! You bunch of useless people, why are you so slow!"

There weren't many toddlers in the food court. One was the lovely, well-behaved, and sensible Tian Tian, ​​who was not only dressed neatly but also served meat to her father. She spoke in a sweet, childlike voice without making a fuss. The other was Henry, who was like a little devil, willful and domineering, constantly causing trouble, speaking fluent English, and behaving rudely.

The contrast between the two only intensified everyone's disgust for Henry, while their affection for Sweetie grew even stronger.

In addition, Liang Zhe was dressed in a crisp military uniform and had an upright posture, which made him look like a soldier who was protecting the country, which increased everyone's goodwill towards him.

Many people, after finishing their meals, would give Tian Tian a gentle smile when passing by Liang Zhe and his daughter's table. Some would even pat her little head and secretly slip her a few candies or an egg.

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Liang Zhe tried to decline several times, but everyone waved their hands and laughed, saying, "Comrade, you protect our country, and we all admire you. This is just a small token of our appreciation, please don't find it offensive."

Unable to refuse their kind invitation, Liang Zhe had no choice but to accept the gifts, but he was extremely cautious and did not give them to Tian Tian immediately.

Ever since the last incident of enemy infiltration, he has been extremely cautious about anything given to him by strangers. He carefully put away the gift, planning to have it analyzed by Professor Qian or Professor Zheng Hong before deciding whether or not to consume it.

Sweetie is very well-behaved. Her father said that there are many bad people nowadays, and Sweetie must be careful and not be fooled again.

Just then, a figure flashed in front of the door; someone was standing at the entrance of the food area, peering inside.

Soon, he spotted Liang Zhe and quickly walked over.

"Are you Commander Liang Zhe?" He walked up to Liang Zhe and whispered, "I'm from the Security Bureau. I have your phone number."

As he spoke, he took out his ID and handed it forward.

Liang Zhe glanced at the ID, then turned to Tian Tian and said, "Baby, sit still and don't wander off. Daddy will be right back after this call." He had already noticed that there was a plainclothes guard in each of the two corners of the dining area, silently protecting their safety.

Therefore, he could leave Sweetie alone here without worry.

Sure enough, as soon as he stood up, the two guards moved their bodies as if by accident, sitting closer to Tian Tian.

After Liang Zhe left, Tian Tian picked up her small bowl and quickly finished all the vegetables and steamed buns. She patted her round little belly, licked her lips contentedly, and felt that she had never eaten so deliciously.

The meat is so delicious! I wish I could eat it every day.

She sighed with a hint of regret.

Just then, with a muffled "bang," Henry suddenly lost his temper for some reason and threw the coarse grain buns on the table onto the ground.

"What the hell is this thing! It's rock hard, completely inedible!"

He was so angry that he forgot the English he usually practiced and blurted out Chinese. George and Mary, sitting next to him, quickly put down their chopsticks and coaxed him, "Don't be angry, baby. Mommy will have someone get you some new bread right away, okay?"

"Yes, let them get you some white flour buns instead," Yang Qiaozhi quickly chimed in.

"No! No!!" Henry cried, kicking his feet. "I don't want steamed buns, I don't want bread, I want fried chicken legs! I want fried chicken legs!"

"Manager—!!!" Yang Qiaozhi turned around and shouted angrily, "What are you doing? How can you serve this to people? Replace it with fried chicken legs right now!"

Manager Huang stepped forward helplessly and shrugged, "I'm very sorry, our guesthouse currently does not have fried chicken legs available."

"No fried chicken legs? What are you guys eating?" George Yang said shamelessly. "Go and slaughter a chicken for me right now!"

"Are you even being reasonable?!" an old man exclaimed, finally unable to bear it any longer. "These are the conditions now. We have to eat whatever we can get our hands on and make do!"

"Exactly! If you want fried chicken legs, go back to your country, what are you doing here!"

"With your level of competence, you think you can be a professor? I think the UK really has no one left to rely on!"

The crowd, who had been holding back for so long, finally couldn't help but start complaining, and accusations rose and fell. But George Yang didn't care at all, and said to his son in English with a cold face, "Henry, do you see? These people have never seen anything good before, and they treat this kind of garbage like a treasure. It's pathetic and laughable."

After saying that, he turned to Manager Huang and shouted, "Hey, you guys, if you don't have fried chicken legs, give me my money back! Hurry up!"

After being called twice, Manager Huang, his face ashen, forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry, we really don't have fried chicken legs. If you don't want them and want a refund, that's entirely up to you."

"Then give us our money back!" Yang Qiaozhi slammed his fist on the table in anger, stood up, and said to his wife and son, "That's outrageous! Let's go out and buy some roast duck on the street, the best we can eat!"

Mary snorted, glancing contemptuously at the people around her, and pulled Henry up, saying, "Come on, honey, let's go get something good to eat. This junk food is only fit for trash like us."

The family of three stood up nonchalantly, about to swagger away. But just then, a small figure suddenly rushed up to them, opened her arms, and shouted in a clear voice, "You, pick up the steamed buns! Don't waste food!"