Su Zhiruan turned her phone sideways, took a picture of the mutton soup and buns on the table, and thoughtfully added a filter.
If they saw that the second daughter they always despised was now living in luxury in the post-apocalypse, who knows if they would die of anger.
"Hold on," Wen Qingyu, looking at her actions, suddenly stood up, "The meatballs and tofu skin should be about ready, I'll go and serve them."
"Okay!" Su Zhiruan casually turned on the surveillance, leisurely watching everything unfold.
At this moment, Su Mingzhu held half a steamed bun, her glance dark as she looked towards Su Father and Su Yaozu, each of them had two pieces of bread in front of them, while Su Mother had the other half of the steamed bun.
"Sis, haven't you always been talking about losing weight? Since there's not much food anyway, you should eat less. After all, Dad and I are men, we need to be full to face any crisis," Su Yaozu said proudly while holding a piece of bread.
