The next day at dawn, Xiaofang got up early, wanting to share last night's events with Lin Yifan.
But since Lin Yifan hadn't woken up yet, she had to let it go.
So, they slept until ten in the morning before getting up.
Once they got up, they smelled a rich aroma that greatly stimulated their appetite.
"Who is making soup? It smells so good!" Zhou Jiajia and the others exclaimed.
Last night's dinner had simply been a few bowls of porridge to stave off hunger. Everyone knew that porridge was easy to digest, so now they were very hungry.
"Gurgle!"
The next moment, stomachs growling, Zhou Jiajia and the others could no longer bear it and immediately got out of bed to wash up, and then they headed to the kitchen to find out what was going on.
In the kitchen, they saw Lin's father and Lin's mother busily cooking for them.
"Uncle, Aunt! Why didn't you wake us up when you started cooking, so we could help you out a bit?" Zhou Jiajia and the others curiously asked.
