He had just smelled the scent of fried chicken, and when he poked his head into the shop for a glance, the big yellow dog started chasing him.
These things, his dad usually didn't let him eat or even smell, claiming they were junk food.
But he didn't believe it. How could something so delicious be bad to eat even a little of?
Thinking of this, Qin Morui's eyes became more eager, and he couldn't help but remember the pretty aunt at the airport who bought him fried chicken last time.
If only that aunt were his mom, then he could eat fried chicken every day...
"Gurgle—" came another sound, this time the sound of him swallowing.
His little eyes longingly looked at Shen Yixian, melting the old man's heart.
No matter what, a child couldn't be left hungry. Just as he was about to turn and buy fried chicken for the little guy, Lin Ci, who had just come out of the kitchen, quickly grabbed him, "Old man, where are you going?"
