Xiao Yishan saw his wife's sharp eyes and knew it was for his own good; he nodded silently.
Su Qingyue entered the kitchen and saw a big bowl of fried fish on the table. She lifted the pot lid and saw the freshly cooked brown rice in the stove pot untouched. She couldn't help but return to the master bedroom, "Second brother, since you've cooked, why haven't you all eaten?" It was almost four in the afternoon, and she was already famished.
"We were waiting for you." Xiao Yuchuan gazed at her affectionately.
Xiao Yishan's resolute face filled with unease, seemingly agreeing with his third brother's words.
Xiao Qinghe's eyes were slightly closed, apparently waiting for her as well.
