"Miss Feng, you're joking. Anyone who is exiled can get a steamed bun. Why would there be any conditions?" Zhang Chong still had a stern face, and then he took out three black steamed buns from the cloth bag and gave them to Feng Jiuyan.

Feng Zirou almost vomited blood. How could this be different from what she expected? Shouldn't Feng Jiuyan, this bitch, be severely humiliated by Zhang Chong? Her father was the culprit who caused their exile!

She was so mad!

"Bang!" He clenched his fist and hit the tree trunk hard. He almost cried out in pain.

Good, very good! She would definitely make this bitch pay a huge price!

Feng Jiuyan didn't care about Feng Zirou's mood. He took the steamed bread handed to him by Zhang Chong and thanked him sincerely.

Zhang Chong nodded slightly, didn't say much, distributed the steamed buns and left.

Feng Jiuyan took out a piece of oil paper that was previously used to wrap steamed buns from her bag, wrapped the steamed buns, and put them into her bag.

Turning around, he glanced at Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli, "Mother, Ah Li, are you full? If not, there are still steamed buns in the bag. Don't save them. I'll think of a way after you finish eating."

Feng Jiuli replied in a baby voice, "Sister, I'm full. If you don't believe me, look at my belly." After saying that, she touched her round belly with her little hand.

Feng Jiuyan stroked his hair and said with a smile, "That's good. We can't let our little pillar of the family starve."

Feng Jiuli puffed up her chest with pride and promised, "I will protect my mother and sister."

Madam Feng also touched Feng Jiuli's head and said with a smile, "Thank you first, Ah Li." She turned to Feng Jiuyan and said, "Ah Yan, mother is full, you don't have to worry."

"Yeah." Feng Jiuyan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. "Then you guys take a nap first, mother. I have something to ask the official."