Late-night snack?
Another late-night snack!
The ungrateful son is enjoying a late-night snack, the filial daughter is also enjoying one, while I, the miserable old father, am still going hungry at night, with my stomach growling in the cold night wind?
Feng Ju tugged at the thin collar of his uniform, the biting cold wind brushing against his cheeks.
Feng Ju's mood instantly soured again, and he suddenly understood why the noise on the phone felt familiar.
It was the subtle sound of delicate ingredients being gently separated, accompanied by a contented sigh that made one's mouth water.
Feng Ju arrived at a conclusion that made him uncomfortable:
"Both my daughter and that ungrateful son are enjoying a midnight snack?!!"
Feng Ju furrowed his brow slightly but still gently advised:
"Since you had a midnight snack, don't rush to sleep later. Practice a bit to digest the food before resting."
Without waiting for his daughter's reply, Feng Ju added:
