Tang Chuxia was eating a chive pocket when she was led into the room by four little guys. Yang Yingjie and the three others lay in a row on the kang bed, all with injuries, looking a bit disheveled.
But at this moment, they were all giving Tang Chuxia a look of deep grievance.
Tang Chuxia asked in confusion, "What's with those looks?"
She took another bite of the chive pocket, the unique fragrance of which was so rich that it made the four men involuntarily swallow.
And with four little radish heads standing alongside, each of them holding a chive pocket and eating so joyfully.
Gurgle gurgle—
This sound rang out.
It was followed by a series of similar sounds.
Only then did Tang Chuxia realize, oh, they were all hungry!
"You four all have mouths, how come none of you said you were hungry?"
After she said this, the four kids immediately ran out.
They knew that these four uncles were friends brought by Tang Chuxia; they couldn't let the guests go hungry.
