"You little foodie!" Jian Shichu pinched his youngest son's nose and got up to wash up.
Once everyone in the family had finished washing up, the family of five headed grandly to the dining room to eat.
By the time they went downstairs, it was almost eleven, so it was both breakfast and lunch, and the kitchen made it especially sumptuous.
The kitchen knew everyone's taste preferences and knew that Xiao Ah Wan loved beef, so there were several dishes made with beef on the table, making Xiao Ah Wan's big, shiny eyes sparkle, looking like he was about to drool.
Jian Shichu and Ye Qingci exchanged a glance, both relieved and amused.
After such a terrifying ordeal last night, they were worried their son might be traumatized.
But he seemed fine; seeing the delicious food, he probably forgot all about last night, his eyes shining just like before, showing no signs of being affected.
