The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

The bald old man grunted twice, “Tell them to stop stuffing themselves once they’re full, and think about those outside who can’t get enough to eat!”

The old man sitting next to him sighed and opened up the slideshow.

“Little Taotie, take a look.”

Little Taotie looked at the complex data, her little head feeling a bit muddled.

The old man explained, “The data above shows domestic grain production and grain imports.”

The old man deleted the import data and asked, “Now look at the population and the final statistics on food needs. Without imported grains, can domestic production make up the difference?”

Little Taotie shook her head, “No, it can’t.”

“Although no one really starves to death for lack of food nowadays, there are still always people who don’t have enough to eat and suffer from hunger and cold.” The old man sighed, “There are always places where the sunlight doesn’t reach.”

Little Taotie’s body stiffened.

The good times over the past year had made her forget the days on the mountain when she was chased around with a rolling pin and the days when she was hungry.

With her head drooped, she looked like a child who had done something wrong, her tiny hands tightly clutching her skirt.

Noticing something was off with the little girl, the old men worriedly asked her what was wrong, and a stern old man even called in a doctor.

Little Taotie exhaled, lifted her head, her eyes a bit red at the corners, “I want to tell everyone, once you’re full, you shouldn’t eat anymore! Don’t waste food!”

“Grandpas, I need to hurry back and tell everyone, see you!”

The little girl said she would leave, afraid that delaying even a minute would waste food, she waved her little hand and ran off.

The old men were momentarily stunned, and the shrewd one burst out laughing, “She’s a quick one.”

The stern old man pressed his lips together, “Straightforward and to the point, she’s a good seedling!”

“But she’s still a child.” The bald old man scoffed, “You old fellow, trying to lure her into the army?”

The stern old man said, “Why not!”

The bald old man snorted, “If you can beat Shen Cang, maybe there’s a chance.”

The stern old man did not respond.

The bald old man chuckled, “You’re chickening out!”

…

Little Taotie first started a livestream, and then left messages on accounts like W-blog, W-chat, and D-sound, telling everyone not to waste food!

Fans responded one after another, “We’re not wasting it, we’re eating it all up!”

Little Taotie remembered the bald old man’s words, her childish voice, “There’s no need to eat that much, why force it, if it just ends up as poop in the end, isn’t that still wasting?”

Chen Zi, “Little girl, don’t say that word, it’s not polite!”

“The word poop?” Little Taotie blinked innocently.

Chen Zi, “You said it again!”

Little Taotie stuck out her tongue and giggled mischievously, “I learned it from the grandpas!”

…

The old men still in the conference room, who rarely gathered in such numbers, were usually busy with their own affairs, and since they didn’t want to part so soon, they were chatting over tea.

A guard ran in and whispered a few words into one old man’s ear.

The old man’s mouth twitched.

One by one, guards ran in…

Before long, all the old men present knew about Little Taotie’s livestream and her public platform remarks.

The stern old man glared at the bald old man, “It’s all your fault, corrupting the child!”

The bald old man stiffened his neck, “You were just saying harsh words that told the truth!”

The shrewd old man opened the recorded stream, watching the little girl speak in her childlike voice, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “This little girl is truly amusing, my little icicle is just missing a bit of fun, what do you say we have them meet, maybe it’ll rub off?”

“You old rascal, what are you plotting?” The stern old man frowned in disapproval.