An Jian: "Ming Yue, where are you and Brother Xie? I didn't see anyone when I came back at noon, and the door was still locked when I returned at night. Oh, my poor stomach! There's nothing happening on this side at the Southern Institute, so that's that."
Then there was a date; upon looking, it was something from ten minutes ago.
Jiang Mingyue placed the note back, pretending it hadn't been touched.
But Lightning looked pitiful: You are such a bad owner, hmph! Where's my pine needle roasted chicken?
Jiang Mingyue pointed to the live chickens and rabbits in the cage nearby, "In normal households, they can barely eat a few bites of meat all year round. But look at you, you can catch and eat them anytime you want, don't take your blessings for granted."
Lightning rolled his eyes: Don't make excuses for your irresponsibility, Xiao Yanzi wouldn't do this.
