His parents had gone to work and had not left him breakfast. Besides, Zhang Ye had to help the Heavenly Queen later today. And since all his clothes were here, he had to come back to change.
Rao Aimin could no longer stand him, “Fine, fine. If your body’s kung fu is 1% of your mouth’s kung fu, you would not have been injured! I’ll cook at your place. It just happens that Chenchen and I haven’t eaten!” Saying that, she did not forget to educate the child as she said to Chenchen, “In the future, don’t learn from Uncle Zhang. All he knows is bragging.”
Chenchen acknowledged seriously, “I got it, Aunt.”
At this house, Rao Aimin first cooked porridge. As it stewed under a small fire, she made Zhang Ye lie on the bed. After seeing his body with his shirt off, “I thought how injured you were from your big hooha, but it’s not even a fart. It’s just two bruises. It will subside in a few days!”