Seeing someone approaching, the Posthouse Official quickly patted Little Black Horse.
"Get up, why are you getting lazier? Didn't you used to refuse other food?"
The snacks on the table were eaten clean by Little Black Horse because it seemed to have detected the taste of sweet rain in them.
With a big belly, Little Black Horse wobbled to its feet, stretched its neck, glanced at the small teacup held by the Posthouse Official, and gulped the tea down with a slurp.
Cece, with a smiling gaze, watched the scene and immediately flipped her hand to take out a box.
"If you like it, that's good. I made these snacks myself with a hint of sweet rain for flavor."
The Posthouse Official had not yet spoken, but the shameless Little Black Horse had already come up with a beaming face, nodding and bowing to express gratitude.
"Thank you, Sister Cece."
