Then, under Teacher Yuan's smiling gaze, the pieces of egg flew back into their respective bowls.
Before long, the eggs in his bowl stacked up into a small hill.
Ning Chenguang had no appetite, sipping his thin gruel with his head down.
Qin Jian frowned slightly, watching Zhao Dong, who seemed to have no ambition, as he chewed on his bun.
Whose house is this, really?
Who is the owner?
After finishing the meal, Zhao Dong voluntarily took on the duty of washing dishes, while Yuan Yunong took the two kids into the room to tell stories.
The army called, saying Qin Jian needed to handle a matter.
Qin Jian went to the bedroom to tell the two kids and Yuan Yunong, then proceeded to the kitchen. Zhao Dong was there alone, wearing an apron and humming a tune as he cheerfully washed the dishes.
Suddenly, Qin Jian felt inexplicably annoyed with this guy. He went over and kicked Zhao Dong.
