When they got back to the small courtyard, the old man was already there, even lounging on the recliner with one leg crossed over the other, face full of displeasure as he looked at the three who'd returned late: "Been out fooling around, huh?"
But in the next second he caught sight of the kraft paper bag swinging in Qhianqhian's hand, which even seemed to be still steaming…
"You came back pretty early today, huh, sir? Didn't we bring you dinner? Or should we have Shiliu make you another pot of soup?" Qhianqhian looked completely calm, certain that once the old man saw food he wouldn't lose his temper, especially food that smelled this good.
"Mm, then hurry up." Sure enough, just as Qhianqhian expected, the old man answered quickly.
He Wenyu was utterly speechless as well. You're this much of a glutton you'll even swallow your temper? This is almost beyond comprehension, okay?
But Mo sat down calmly and said to Qhianqhian, "You two go take care of it."
