Having said that, Aunt Fang really did wipe her hands and go upstairs, a smile on her face.
She thought to herself, how good it would be if things could always be like this, the home warm and harmonious.
Could such days be far away?
"Weren't you hungry?" Gu Liancheng asked her, "You kept saying you were hungry on the way back, now you're not in a hurry to eat?"
"You've fed me well." Eleven chuckled.
"Really? I'm still not full, I'm so hungry, let me have another bite."
"Hungry?" With her round eyes, Eleven looked at him innocently.
Gu Liancheng met her gaze, and nodded with a smile. But Eleven didn't let him have his way and quickly slid out from his arms, sitting at the dining table, patting the table saying, "What are you thinking about? If you're hungry come eat, Aunt Fang just made it. it's still piping hot. It'll get cold if you don't eat it!"
As she lowered her head to eat, a triumphant smile spread across her face, reveling in the trick she had just played.
