"Are you raising a dog in your room?" Fugui narrowed his eyes at An Yang and asked.
"Dog..." An Yang's mouth twitched. He had no idea what Huang Lan would think if she heard that. After a moment, he looked at An You as though she were an idiot. "Are you mentally disabled? Didn't you come out to greet me when I got out of the car? Couldn't you see whether I brought a dog with me?"
"You... You actually called me mentally disabled!"
"Was I wrong?"
"Of course! Of course you were!"
"Then stop acting like an idiot." An Yang spoke indignantly, then walked into the kitchen and set down the basin. "I'm done eating!"
"Huh?" Teacher Xie looked surprised.
She blinked and carefully thought back to how much An Yang had taken from the kitchen. Finally, she couldn't help opening her mouth wide. "You finished all that?"
"Yeah." An Yang answered calmly. "Dad and An You ate most of it. I only ate a little. Oh, right, Fugui ate quite a lot too."
"Your sister is probably going through another growth spurt. As for Fugui... sigh, that poor little thing. It usually doesn't eat much. Since it's New Year's, let it eat a little more." Teacher Xie said, "But your dad is already so old. He ate that much too?"
"Yeah."
"How did his appetite suddenly get so good?"
"I don't know either."
"Oh, I see."
"I'll leave the basin here. I'm going out first." An Yang set down the basin and calmly walked out.
Teacher An was still watching the news in the living room. Fugui was quietly crouching on the tea table in front of him, licking its little paws with lingering satisfaction as it savored the taste of the chicken tips. An You, meanwhile, acted