Xu Yanche still wanted some century eggs, so he coquettishly pleaded with Jinshu beside him.
"My beautiful, gorgeous mom, do we still have any century eggs at home? I want more—really spicy ones. Mom, you're the best."
Jinshu smiled and ruffled Xu Yanche's messy hair. "All right, Mom will make some for you. What else do you want?"
Xu Yanche said without the slightest hesitation, "I really want stir-fried tomatoes and enoki mushrooms."
When Jinshu saw Hu Cheng about to pour Xu Yanche some alcohol, she promptly slapped the back of Hu Cheng's hand. "What are you doing? Yanyan is still young. He can't drink."
The burly man immediately admitted his mistake. "My fault, my fault."
He Qing wrapped an arm around Xu Yanche's waist and rested his head on Xu Yanche's shoulder.
"Yanyan, feed me."
Xu Yanche, who was eating vegetables with his burger: ???
"Huh? Did you hurt your hand?"
He Qing kissed Xu Yanche's neck and blew into his ear. "Yanyan, those are my chopsticks."
Xu Yanche felt his ear itch a little.
It was a little numb and tingly.
Seeing this, Hu Cheng hurriedly got to his feet and went to help in the kitchen.
Jinshu was peeling century eggs in the kitchen when she saw Hu Cheng come in. Somewhat puzzled, she said, "Why did you come in? Why aren't you chatting with the two kids? How many times have I told you? The weather's cold now. Stop wandering around in a short-sleeved shirt."
Hu Cheng picked up a century egg and began peeling it. "I'm not cold. I get hot wearing more clothes. The two kids are enjoying their reunion after a short separation. It wouldn't be right for me to be a third wheel."
Then Hu Cheng changed the subject. "Jinshu, when are