Han Miao took that painting home. When she got home, she still couldn't vent her anger, so she crumpled the painting into a ball and threw it into the dustbin. Han Miao returned to her room to take a shower, changed into her pyjamas, and was about to sleep when she heard Han Zheng shouting in the living room. "Who drew this! Pork belly! It's so good. Sister, send a message to Auntie tonight and ask her to make pork belly! I want to eat spicy pork belly!"
The three children at home were in the stage of rapid development. The auntie spent a lot of effort on food every day. Whatever the children wanted to eat, they would report it to Han Jun in advance and let Han Jun send a message to the auntie who was cooking.
Han Jun heard her brother's words and her voice came from the room. "Mmm, okay."
Han Miao rushed out of the house and snatched the painting from Han Zheng's hand. She muttered. "What's so nice about it? It's just a lump of meat!"
