"Princess."
"Princess?"
Madam Zhou called out several times.
Not until Xiao Yebai in the living room seemed to become aware did he lift his head.
Mo Weiyi inadvertently met his gaze, felt a flutter in his chest, and quickly averted his eyes, nonchalantly chewing the food in his mouth, "Madam Zhou, where are my pickled cucumbers?"
Madam Zhou was speechless, "Princess, I was just about to ask you, we are out of pickled cucumbers, are pickled radishes okay?"
A small plate of pickled radishes was already on the table.
Madam Zhou was best at making such pickled vegetables; the radish strips were cut into fine, long sections and marinated with pickled chili, carrots, and other ingredients, which really enhanced the flavor. Mo Weiyi liked them a lot.
"Alright." Mo Weiyi nodded and picked up a piece of pickled radish and put it in his mouth.
As for the man on the living room sofa...
Xiao Yebai indifferently withdrew his gaze, his attention returning to the newspaper.