Mo Heng began to expel Ji Bingchu, "Go live with them in the courtyard they rented!" He could tolerate a few youngsters buzzing around Qinqin, distracting her, as long as they harbored no improper thoughts, treating them like his sons might be tolerable. But he certainly didn't have such old sons like Shen Songming and Ji Bingchu!
"Come on!" Ji Bingchu widened his eyes, that's not fair!
"You going would be great." Mo Heng deliberately misinterpreted, nodding with a dark face.
Ji Bingchu was choked by him, glanced at Shen Songming, and clicked his tongue, "Fine! I might not stay here, but I want my meals here every day! If you don't cook for me, none of you will get any sleep!"
During the New Year, all the inns were closed, let alone noodle houses and restaurants. Anyway, Shen Songming was planning to mooch meals here. There was no stopping the annoyingly idle Ji Bingchu.
Pei Qin suddenly remembered and asked Shen Songming, "Should we send food over to your sister?"
