Mother also bought fried quail, but it won't be crispy when we get home.
Oh, what a pity.
Upon hearing him sigh, Yang Chuxia knew what he was thinking, "Both of you are such foodies. Don't worry, your quail will be put back in the oil pot at home, and you'll be able to enjoy it crispy."
"Mother is truly mother, so close to me." With that, Lele was instantly satisfied, grabbed a pillow, leaned back in the carriage, and closed his eyes to rest.
But he hadn't closed his eyes for long when Yangyang's voice suddenly exploded, "Oh my! Oh my! Who is that? Does she have a grudge against our family?"
"Hey, can you lower your voice a bit?" Lele opened his eyes and said displeasedly, "You're so noisy, you startled me."
"Oh brother, can't you be a little less timid, like a girl?" said Yangyang dismissively, giving him a tug, "Quick, look, who is that!"
Following Yangyang's lifted curtain, Lele took a glance and thought the figure looked somewhat familiar.
