"These are the eggs laid by Spirit Sparrows that Mom brought from other planes. They're especially delicious. Last time I made fried rice for Brother Lu and the others, I forgot to make them a soup. Today, I'll cook a bit more."
Hearing his words, Qian Yizheng and his brother both let out a sigh of relief.
At least there's a soup, so they won't be salted to death. They'll definitely need to drink a few more mouthfuls. But when they saw the little baby continue to add salt to the soup, suddenly, they couldn't stay calm anymore.
"Big Brother, you should eat quickly."
Qian Yirong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and urged.
"You eat too."
Qian Yizheng's cool gaze swept over to Qian Yirong and said in a calm voice.
Thinking he would be tricked into eating alone was impossible. Even if they had to salt themselves to death, they'd do it together with his own brother.
