Chapter 257 Involuntary

In the early morning, the fiery sunrise bathed Chaimen Street's courtyard.

Yang Ge, with his bed hair sticking up, stretched lazily towards the sunrise, "Ahhh..."

Huang sat at his feet, equally bleary-eyed and yawning, "Ahhh..."

After a satisfying stretch, Yang Ge looked down and lightly kicked Huang, "What do you want to eat today?"

Huang tilted his head, thinking, then said, "Woof woof."

"Noodles again?"

Yang Ge scratched his messy hair, "We've had noodles for two days straight, aren't you sick of them yet?"

Huang grinned and wagged his tail vigorously.

"Alright, alright..."

Yang Ge grumbled as he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, where a thin wisp of smoke began to rise, and the sound of water rinsing a large iron pot echoed.

Soon, the two of them were squatting in front of the kitchen door, faces buried in bowls larger than their heads, eating with great slurping sounds.