After using his brain so much, Zhang Ye became more hungry. Having not eaten breakfast and lunch because he was lazy to go downstairs, he was really feeling the pangs of hunger. It was also too late for Zhang Ye to buy Lamian two streets away. He could only use his usual tactic and walked out the door towards the landlady’s house.
Ding dong. He pressed the doorbell.
It took a long while before the door opened, revealing Chenchen’s little head. She was small in size. Clearly, she had tiptoed to reach the door handle. After she opened the door, she was even panting.
Zhang Ye said in a friendly manner, “Chenchen, where’s your aunt?”
Chenchen said with a straight face, “My aunt isn’t home. She went out jogging.” Saying that, she was planning on closing the door.