Based on the encouragement of good children, Seventh Uncle added a few extra scallion pancakes for breakfast.
So when Yang Zhengxi came downstairs, he found the kitchen was dazzlingly abundant, even he, who never has trouble choosing, didn't know where to start!
Then, a giant man came by the kitchen door, tall and strong, with skin as dark as coal, his face exuding an air of dominance and ferocity. His eyes squinted slightly with a casually vicious glint as if something annoyed him...
Such a gang leader! Could it be that Qiao Qiao's home is a local powerhouse?
Yang Zhengxi held his breath, his heart pounding wildly.
Then the gang leader yawned, a hint of tears in those fierce squinty eyes, and looked down at breakfast: "Oh wow! Such a splendid spread this morning, huh? Hey, you're that friend of Qiao Qiao, Xiaoyang, right?"
Yang Zhengxi: "…Ah."
He opened his mouth awkwardly, his sociable nature restrained, unable to think of what to say.
