There was a kind of time travel in this world: when the alarm went off, you planned to squint and nap for five more minutes, only to wake up five hours in the future.
Li Feng had run into exactly that situation. When he woke up and looked out the window, he realized that what had been meant as a half-hour nap had turned into sunset, while the motor home was filled with the rich aroma of cake.
Yawning, Li Feng stretched and scratched his head as he asked the little girl busy in front of the oven, "Skye? I never would've guessed that someone as young as you could cook."
Seeing that Li Feng, who had slept like a dead pig, had finally woken up, Skye said somewhat shyly, "Uncle, I was a little hungry, so I made some cake myself."
Skye was speechless at Li Feng's habit of sleeping for half a day at a time. If nighttime public safety in the United States had not been such a complete mess, and if she had been familiar with the town and known whether it was dangerous for a lone child to appear on unfamiliar streets—especially after seeing several police cars race past the motor home with their sirens blaring—she would have gotten out and walked back to Robert's convenience store to wait for him.
Because Skye had constantly changed foster families, she believed that, despite her young age, she had plenty of experience judging people. She had decided that Li Feng was not a bad person, just someone who seemed unreliable.
On top of that, Skye was starving. Snacks could not replace a proper meal, after all, so she decided to use Li Feng's flour to make something tasty.
As it turned out, Li Feng woke up just