Hearing that he had to come and cook on the 15th of every month, Qin Yin also quietly noted down this date, thinking to himself that since they were Lan Jin's sons, that made them his own sons, so he decided not to bother bickering with them.
"This is so delicious, I want to eat five bowls of rice."
Rong Ni finished the rice in his bowl in no time and hurriedly went to get another, as if he was afraid that if he was a second late, there would be none left.
"It's not good to eat too much at night," Lan Jin said.
Having just run over to serve himself, Rong Zhuo had initially scooped a heaping bowl of rice, but upon hearing this, he quietly removed some rice, leaving only half a bowl.
Since Mother had said it wasn't good to eat too much at night, then he would eat less.
Not a problem, he thought, I'll just eat more vegetables.
"This soup is so delicious, I want another bowl."
