No matter how furious his dad was, Yu Minglang grabbed the keys and dashed outside.
"Youngest, have some late-night snacks before you go." Mrs. Yu came over with a tray.
Yu Minglang looked and saw shrimp and winter melon porridge along with meat skewers?
"Mom, where's the lunchbox? I'll take it to go."
"Alright, wait a moment."
Five minutes later, Mr. Yu, having just tidied up the chessboard, sat cross-legged on the Luohan bed, fuming. When he saw his wife bringing the tray in, hoping to eat something to cool down, he got even angrier seeing the food.
"Where's my meat? Just a bowl of winter melon porridge?"
"Your son took it away."
"That little brat! How outrageous, couldn't even leave me a shrimp!" Mr. Yu huffed, eyes wide with anger.
Yu Minglang not only took the whole plate of meat skewers but also scooped the shrimp out of the winter melon porridge, leaving only winter melon behind.
