Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Even though he had spent the night performing surgery, Zhao Heng only slept until two. Despite only getting four or five hours of sleep, Zhao Heng felt refreshed.
After a quick wash, Zhao Heng left the bedroom and walked into the living room. Zhao Dad and Zhao Mom were watching TV, and Zhao Heng glanced at it; his father was watching his favorite war drama.
"Dad, Mom."
Zhao Heng greeted them, sat on the sofa, picked up an apple, and took a bite.
"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
Zhao Mom looked at her son with concern.
"I'm fine, Mom. Is there anything to eat? I'm a bit hungry."
Zhao Heng patted his stomach, noticing his hunger.
"Do you feel like having noodles?"
Before Zhao Mom could speak, Zhao Dad chimed in.
He had recently been researching and experimenting with beef noodles, resulting in a dish that was visually appealing and delicious.
"Yeah, having beef and garlic would make it even better."
Zhao Heng nodded.
