The child, Yang, opened his eyes in his sleep and chuckled as he gazed at the cowhide tent above him, his face breaking into a smile without any particular reason.
A stinky foot next to him kicked over, "Are you looking for death? Getting up so late and lying in bed laughing foolishly, what's that about?"
Yang sat up, his eyes excitedly fixed on Gouwa beside him, who was rubbing the sleep from his eyes with his eyes still closed.
"Brother Cao Cao, we don't have to do any work now, and we get meat to eat every day, shouldn't that make us laugh?"
It was real meat, indeed, the first time in his life he had eaten enough meat to feel full, and maybe even the Emperor lived life like this.
"Look at you, so easily pleased. Just a few meals of meat and you are this happy. Kids will be kids."
He was different, he had higher pursuits.
Gouwa sat up, casually touched himself, then climbed out of bed and patted Gao Zhijian, who was still snoring away, on the leg.
