Three portions of noodles were served, and the durian chicken soup was also ready.
Ou Lan ran to the bottom of the stairs and shouted loudly toward the second floor, "Zhan Xiaotuo, come down for dinner!"
Zhan Moxiao, in the dining room, couldn't help but want to laugh as he listened to his wife use such an ancient traditional way of calling people—they had internal phones in the castle!
But if she wanted to play, then let her play, shouting a few times was good exercise for the lungs.
Not long after Ou Lan had shouted, Zhan Lingtao came thundering down the stairs. Just as he appeared at the stair corner, Ou Lan shouted nervously, "Hey, slow down, don't bump into my flowers, oh my, my flowers!"
Zhan Lingtao was so frightened that he paused for a moment and quickly slowed down. Ou Xiaolan now cherished her flowers as if they were her life, and he did not doubt that if he accidentally damaged one, she would be furious with him.