Auntie Zhao coaxed Zhao Juan back home, only to remember something important when they reached the door.
She hadn't brought the keys. Helplessly, Auntie Zhao asked her daughter in a low voice, "Did you bring the keys?"
Auntie Zhao didn't have a job and was usually at home. The rare occasions she was out were for grocery shopping or visiting her parents. By the time Zhao Juan got off work, she would already be at home.
"I didn't bring the keys." Zhao Juan never developed the habit of carrying keys since she was young.
Looking at the dark house, knowing the old man was already asleep, Auntie Zhao didn't dare imagine what would happen if she woke him up at this hour.
Normally, Zhao Juan would knock on the door regardless, but now she didn't have the courage to do so.
But if they didn't go inside, they couldn't even talk about resting tonight, let alone eating.
Zhao Juan gently rubbed her stomach and looked pitifully at Auntie Zhao, "Mom, I'm hungry."
