The three of them found a small restaurant to eat at. Two adults and one child: Wei Ziang held Little Bun in his arms, eating by himself while skillfully feeding her steamed egg custard at the same time.
If Little Bun weren't calling out "Third Uncle, Little Aunt" from time to time, they really would look like a father and mother taking their child out for a meal.
"Little brother, it's not even your rest time yet. How come you're in the city?"
The two of them chatted idly as they ate.
Xiaomi knew what Wei Ziang had been doing these past two years, and she knew just how seriously those masters took things. They kept a tight grip on people every day; forget coming home early, being able to leave on time was already impressive.
Thinking of this, Xiaomi's eyes lit up. "Don't tell me you've finished it?"
Wei Ziang smiled and nodded, and conveniently picked a piece of sparerib for Xiaomi.
