It was late at night, and Luo Qianxun was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.
Feeling a little hungry, she got up and went to the kitchen to look for some food.
Ever since Grandma Sun arrived, she'd been making a variety of sweet pastries every day. Qianxun took a plate of the pastries and started eating at the bar counter, pairing it with a box of milk.
Li Mingxun stepped out of his study with a cup in his hand. Noticing the kitchen light on, he headed there and saw Luo Qianxun stuffing mouthfuls of suitably sweet pastries.
When she saw him, she speedily stuffed the remaining pastries in her hand into her mouth, making her cheeks puff out like a child who had done something wrong, she stared back at him.
"Be careful not to choke."
Li Mingxun gave her a friendly warning, and the very next second, Luo Qianxun indeed choked and started coughing.
"Luo Qianxun, how clumsy can you be? How can you be a mother like this?"
