"Father, these are your favorite pig oil noodles." Ling Sheng listened to the commotion inside.
Humph! He was sleeping and yet she was talking!
Huo Ci was speechless.
"I even cooked two big prawns for you." Ling Sheng continued to tempt him, but there was still no movement in the room.
Huo Ci frowned and touched his stomach. He was hungry, as dinner had not suited his taste. He had not eaten much before going to find the brat.
"If you don't want to eat, I'll finish it myself." Ling Sheng knew that he was hungry. She had heard his stomach growling in the car.
When her father was hungry, his temper got worse.
Ling Sheng had brought two bowls of noodles. The big prawns were fresh and shiny, and the noodles were sparkling and translucent. They were sprinkled with tender green onions, which made them look extremely appetizing.
