"Zifeng, Qiqi, Lingling... time to eat," Shao's mother said as she set the food on the table, wiping her hands on her apron. "Don't forget to bring over the stools too."
Shao Zifeng sauntered over with a grin, "Mom, not mad anymore?"
"You're the City Guardian, how dare I be mad at you," his mother glanced back at him. "Go wash your hands."
"Sure thing."
Since the living room of Shao Zifeng's small house wasn't spacious, they had decided to have the meal in the yard.
Qiqi hopped onto the dining table first, her deep blue eyes locked onto the braised pork ribs, her pink tongue incessantly licking her lips.
After washing his hands, Lingling, the little brown-noser, carried a small stool over to Shao's mother to show off.
The last to come out was the Chasing Moon Dog, holding its food bowl in its mouth, setting it on the ground, tilting its head to look at the food on the table, its long tail swaying back and forth.
