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

George Yang subconsciously turned his head to look, but at first he didn't see anyone. It wasn't until his gaze moved down that he saw a tiny little dumpling standing in front of him, not even as tall as a table.

The little girl was wearing a clean little dress and had a lovely, fair appearance, but her face was serious for her age, and her big, dark eyes were glaring at them angrily.

"Are you talking to me?" George Yang frowned, still speaking in English.

Sweetie didn't care what strange "bird language" he was speaking. Pointing her little finger at the steamed bun on the ground, she shouted, "Pick up the steamed bun! Don't waste food!"

The earnest little expression on his face drew a burst of laughter from George and his wife. Mary crossed her arms and said arrogantly, "Whose ill-mannered wild child is this, running wild here! Doesn't anyone have an adult to discipline you?"

Mary spoke in English, which Sweetie couldn't understand, but many people around who could understand English were instantly enraged. They had initially thought it best to avoid trouble and not bother with them, but if even a three-year-old girl could stand up for her, they, the adults, had no reason to back down!

Several people immediately stood up and shouted sternly, "Hey! What did you say? Apologize to this little girl right now!"

The two guards who had been sitting not far away, secretly protecting Liang Zhe and his daughter, also quietly stood up, staring sharply at Yang Qiaozhi and his family of three, ready to take action at any moment.

Relying on his American citizenship, George Yang completely disregarded everyone and impatiently cursed "Get out of the way" in English before trying to walk past Sweetie.

But Tian Tian didn't budge an inch. Seeing him try to walk around her, she immediately stepped aside and blocked his path again. "Don't go! You haven't picked up the steamed buns yet!"

"Ha, how ridiculous!" George Yang scoffed. "What right do you, a little kid, have to tell me what to do? Don't you know who you are?"

He said that, but no matter how he tried to persuade her, Tian Tian stuck to him like a little shadow, her stubbornness and refusal to admit defeat made Yang Qiaozhi feel a little annoyed. As an adult, it would indeed be beneath his dignity to push down a three-year-old toddler in public, and it wouldn't look good if word got out.

On second thought, George Yang winked at his son Henry.

He refused to believe that one child couldn't cure another.

Henry immediately understood. In his school in England, he often saw older children bullying younger children, especially Chinese children, and he used to hide in fear. But this time, back in Great Xia, everyone treated his parents with utmost respect, and his sense of superiority and bullying nature were completely exposed.

Henry took two steps forward, pointed his little finger at Sweetie, and arrogantly scolded her in English, "You, get out of here right now! Or I'll bully you!"

Sweetie didn't understand English, but she guessed he was chasing her away, and she got even angrier, tilting her little face up and shouting back:

"Steamed buns are food, grown by farmers with great hard work. Throwing away food is wasteful. Wastefulness makes you a bad child!"

"What's wrong with throwing away steamed buns?" Henry, seeing she wasn't afraid, grew anxious and instinctively switched to Chinese, "What kind of lousy steamed buns are these? They're rock hard and awful. Only you Great Xia people would treat this kind of garbage like a treasure!"

"You're not from Great Xia, so why do you speak the language of Great Xia?" Sweetie tilted her head, looking puzzled. She clearly looked just like everyone else, yet she said she wasn't from Great Xia. How strange.

Henry was taken aback and instinctively looked at his parents. Of course, he knew that his parents were originally from Great Xia. When he was in England, the English children around him often called him a "pig from Great Xia," and he always felt inferior.

Until the end of last year, his parents obtained British citizenship, and the whole family of three was overjoyed. They could finally shed their "Great Xia" identity and no longer be bullied or ridiculed. From now on, if anyone insults him, he can confidently retort, "I am not a Great Xia citizen, I am an Eagle!"

Thinking of this, Henry immediately turned around and shouted at Sweetie, "I'm not a Great Xia person! I'm an Eagle person! I don't want to be a Great Xia person!"

Those around him, upon hearing this, were even more enraged, gritting their teeth. Such an act of betraying one's ancestors and one's own bloodline was intolerable to everyone. The crowd pointed and whispered, their eyes filled with contempt and disgust.

Sweetie didn't care where he was from. "No matter who you are, you're not allowed to waste food. Mom said that people who waste food will never have food to eat again and will be hungry forever."

"Everything your mother taught you is wrong," Henry scoffed, a smug look on his face. "My mother said that we Americans eat the best, we eat fried chicken legs and French fries, we don't eat this kind of lousy bread!"

"Don't you dare talk about my mom like that!" Sweetie was instantly enraged! How could there be such a bad child in the world! Mom is the best mom in the world, and no one is allowed to say anything bad about her.

"I'll say it! Your mother didn't raise you well, that's why you, little brat, meddle in other people's business!" Henry made a face, deliberately trying to provoke Sweetie.

Before she could finish speaking, Sweetie couldn't hold back any longer. Like a little firecracker, she rushed forward and, with all her might, pushed Henry to the ground!

Although Henry was taller than Sweetie, he was completely unprepared and was still stomping his feet and shouting. When Sweetie pushed him, he lost his balance instantly and fell to the ground with a thud, his buttocks hurting badly.

He stood there stunned for a full half minute before realizing he'd been pushed down by a three-year-old! How utterly embarrassing! Then, he burst into tears, kicking his legs and yelling at George and Mary, "Daddy! Mommy! She bullied me! She pushed me! Hit her!"

When George and Mary saw their son being pushed down, their faces turned ashen. Even when their son was bullied by the Americans, they could only swallow their anger. But now, he had been pushed down by a three-year-old Chinese child—how could they possibly save face?

"You little beast!" George Yang could no longer care about maintaining his "noble" identity as an Eagle, and blurted out a curse in Chinese. He rolled up his sleeves and slapped Tian Tian across the face!

He wanted to teach this arrogant brat a lesson and save face!

But just as his hand was halfway out, two figures rushed over instantly—the two guards who were secretly protecting Tian Tian.

They had been holding back for a long time, but when they saw Yang Qiaozhi dare to bully such a young child, they could no longer restrain themselves. Without saying a word, they grabbed his wrist tightly, with so much force that they almost crushed his bones.

"stop!"

George Yang screamed in pain, his face turning deathly pale, but he still stubbornly insisted, "Ahhh! Murder! How dare you lay a hand on me! I'm an overseas Chinese! I have British citizenship! I'm going to the British embassy to report you! I'll make you pay!"

Mary screamed, clinging to Henry and crying, "Call the police! I want to call the police! Your soldiers are beating people! You Great Xia people are so barbaric!"

"You have the blood of the Great Xia Dynasty flowing in your veins, yet you betray your own country and your own ancestors. You are a disgrace to the people of Great Xia!"

"Get back to the UK and become their lackeys! Don't pollute our eyes here!"

"I hope your parents don't know about the shameful things you did today!"

The surrounding crowd could no longer contain their anger and began to hurl insults. Public resentment boiled over in the food court like a lit pot of oil, with accusations and curses rising and falling.