"Hng!"

"Bunny."

"Yeah... five more minutes."

"If you don't wake up now, the bad monster will take you. You know they like bad kids who don't listen to their parents."

Seriously, do you think I will believe your words?

But in the end, she woke up quickly.

"Yeah, my Bunny is a good kid who always listens to her dad."

"Now brush your teeth quickly."

"Yes."

Lilian was currently 7 years old.

For the past two years, this had been my everyday routine.

He wakes me up, makes me eat, sends me to Grandma Anne's house, goes to the market to sell vegetables, comes back home in the evening, plays with me, and reads me fairy tales.

I had been spending my days doing nothing.

Eating, playing, and sleeping.

At one point, I even forgot that I was an adult in a kid's body.

But I don't mind it. I had always wished for this peaceful life.

"What is this? Broccoli?"

She made a face.

"Don't make faces."

"Grandma Anne said it's good for kids."

"Mm-hmm."

"If you eat it, I'll give you chocolate."

"Are you going to the market?"

"Yes."

Her eyes lit up.

"Can I go with you?"

"No. There will be many people, and you might feel bad there."

"It's okay. I want to go."

"No."

He wasn't going to listen to me, then...

She put on a pitiful face.

"Actually, I miss you so much when you go to work. I feel so lonely."

"Can't I just go with you?"

She gave him the most innocent look.

"No... I can't deny it. When my daughter misses me so much, how can I?"

"Yay! Mr., you are the best."

*****

At the market.

We were sitting at our stall.

Regular customers were coming, and Mr. Jamson was selling food with a smile when...

"Everyone, come here! We are selling it cheaper than that! And everything here is fresher than that shabby stall."

Hearing about the cheap prices, all the customers ran there.

The stall was standing opposite ours.

Calling customers was okay, but calling our food shabby was too much.

My blood was boiling with anger.

Mr. Jamson was a kind person. He always helped people with a smile.

And these people took advantage of it.

Even now, he was smiling like nothing had happened.

"Mr.aren't you angry? He called our food shabby."

"No."

"I thought you loved your farm," she said, making a face.

"Of course I do."

"Our food is fresher than theirs. Their stall has unhygienic and dirty food at a high price."

In the end, Lili couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to their stall.

"...Bunny."

"Mr., why are you calling our food shabby?"

"Hah! Look at this little dog barking."

"Shoo, shoo. Go away."

He started to laugh.

W-What?

Does he think I'm a dog? How dare he?

Then a tiny smile appeared on her face.

"It feels really weird."

The man looked at her with confused eyes.

"Uncle, are you scared people won't buy your food?"

She put on her most innocent face.

"W-What do you mean, kid?"

He was startled by her sudden change.

"Uncle, are you scared people won't buy your food?"

"And that's why you're calling our food shabby, right? Even though the price of your food is much lower than normal."

"Is it because you already know your food is bad, right, you bastard?"

She muttered the last word, but it was loud enough for the man to hear.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

The man raised his hand to hit her, but then...

"Don't."

Jamson grabbed the man's hand.

"Don't you dare touch my daughter."