"Hey, Brother Fan, have some more!"
"Brother Qing Fan, you have to finish it!"
"But... if I finish it, what will Little White eat?" Xu Qingfan struggled to say as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Little White will eat dog food!"
"Hahaha~"
Of course, the talk of finishing the meal was just a joke. It didn't take long for Little White to have its share of leftovers, and even some of the lighter dishes like shrimp heads and fish got into the little brother's bowl.
While the two little animals were scarfing down their food, the five young girls busily cleared the table, washed the dishes, and took out the trash. Only Xu Qingfan comfortably sat on the sofa, sipping tea and watching TV.
For a moment, an impractical thought inexplicably crossed his mind: "If only the future could be like this."
