"You came back so early?" Shen Zhaozhao thought they would play outside for a while longer.
"It's all because of you," the little guy huffed.
"Me?" She hadn't gone, so what did it have to do with her?
"It's because my brother was worried you'd be hungry, so he rushed back to cook for you."
Shen Zhaozhao couldn't help but look up in surprise towards Sheng Chuyi.
"Didn't I say I could order takeout?"
Sheng Chuyi: "Takeout is unhealthy!"
"Having it just once in a while isn't a problem." She wasn't eating it every day after all.
"Even once in a while is not okay!"
"What do you want to eat? I'll go make it for you," Sheng Chuyi said, heading straight for the kitchen.
Thinking of the pot of noodles in the kitchen that she hadn't had the time to deal with, Shen Zhaozhao was just about to speak up to stop him, but it was too late.