Today was a good day for the Wen Family. Zhao Yufen got up early, even prepared a basin of charcoals to place outside the door, and made breakfast with a smile. After eating, Wen Zian, who was particularly sensible, tidied up the dishes and utensils.
"Pick up the pace; we're going to be late."
Wen Cheng sat there, leisurely urging them on.
"Isn't it at ten o'clock? It's only seven now."
Wen Zian's voice came from the kitchen. Despite his words, he sped up his movements.
Zhao Yufen laughed and said, "It's always good to go earlier. We certainly can't let your sister wait outside the prison by herself, can we?"
"I know, I know."
Wen Cheng looked at Zhao Yufen, who was all smiles, and couldn't help but comment shakily, "Did you bring enough money? I remember that girl loves seafood the most. Let's go to a seafood restaurant and have a feast at noon today."
After Wen Cheng had a stroke, he spoke slowly, and his pronunciation was not very clear, but he could be understood.
