The following noon, it was time for lunch.
A big and a small one sat in front of the dining table, both sporting heavy dark circles under their eyes.
Qin Zhao was tired, while Tengshe had nightmares, having dreamt of several methods of cooking snakes the previous night, an experience filled with terror and agony, truly believing he had died.
Chu Yan was cooking lunch, with Qin Zhao and the little baby synchronously gritting their teeth while glaring at his back.
When he turned around, they simultaneously looked away.
Tengshe still hadn't figured out why he had fainted yesterday.
During the meal, Chu Yan casually asked, "Zhaozhao, did you enjoy the late-night snack last night?"
Qin Zhao: "?"
What did she eat?
She hadn't eaten anything last night.
"You ate late-night snacks without me! And you didn't even save some for me!"
