The next day.
Lin Feng found out that the children hadn't eaten well for lunch and decided to pack meals for them. Although the kids weren't short of money and there was no shortage of food outside, it was probably a common feeling among parents. Now that the children were older, they didn't need much looking after. The only thing he could do was make sure they were well-fed and warm, so he got up at three in the morning to get busy. He steamed rice, stir-fried some dishes, and dug out the lunchboxes.
At 3:40 a.m., he woke the children. Breakfast was ready, and the kids sat down to eat, yawning.
I just want to go back to sleep!
Second Treasure propped his chin on his hand. "I already feel like I'm stepping into the working world."
The other three nodded in profound agreement.
Lin Feng busied himself in the kitchen. "Stop being so dramatic and eat up, or we'll be late."
Third Treasure poked his head in. "Dad, are you making lunch for us?"
