By the time he returned home, it was already getting late.
Of course, in this day and age, there was no longer much difference between day and night. Still, to prevent cognitive dissonance, the people underground continued using the old era's timekeeping.
When he pushed open the door, Sansan was still waiting.
As usual, the little girl had not gone to rest in the bedroom. Instead, she leaned against a chair in the front hall, a candle lit before her. Her little head bobbed up and down as though she were dozing off.
Hearing Zhou You's footsteps, Sansan raised her head and looked toward the sound.
"Big brother?"
"Yeah, it's me. Why are you still up this late instead of resting?"
"I... heard Uncle Luo say that you came back today, so I wanted to wait for you first... But I accidentally fell asleep."
"That blabbermouth." Zhou You shook his head, then smiled softly. "I told you that you don't need to wait for me... Oh, right, where's that little Wang Pingling? What's she doing?"
"She..." Sansan frowned. "She's sleeping in the room, but she's really loud, so I had to make a partition... Do you want me to wake her up?"
"There's nothing going on. Why disturb someone's sweet dream?"
Zhou You said with a smile, lifting the plastic bags in his hand.
"Oh, right, have you eaten? I just stopped by somewhere and got some seriously good food—want to try some?"
"Big brother, I'm not hungry..."
Before Sansan could finish, however, a sleepy little head poked out from the inner room.
"I think I smell food... And it smells good..."
"Are you a damn rat or something?" Zhou You tossed one of the plastic bags over. Still half-asleep, Wang Pingling immediately sprang up and caught it—moving even faster