Shi Jing carried the bowls while Jianbin followed him out.
Yang Run Tai helped Feifei, and the two just cooked plain rice porridge. "I bet Shi Xian won't be full." He's growing now and eats a lot.
Feifei still prepared some flour to make egg pancakes.
Shi Jing and Jianbin came back, but the others hadn't returned. No choice, they went out again to find them.
"Looks like he's trying to tidy up. Doesn't he know to come home at this time?"
Feifei was a bit upset; in this unfamiliar place, they dared to come back late?
By the time dinner was ready, they returned, seeing Shi Xian sweating profusely.
"Sis, sorry, I forgot. There won't be a next time, I promise."
Yang Run Tai laughed on the side. "You sure are sensible, kid."
"Brother Yang, don't provoke. I really lost track of time playing soccer."
"Sis, sorry, I forgot too."
Feifei glared at them. "There won't be a next time."
The two hurriedly made promises and then rushed off to wash up.
