Zhang Lan lay on the kang, listening to the sounds of practice outside, feeling all sorts of discomfort.
Those little brats only know how to annoy her. Not to mention Gong Tao and Cai Meina, even Gong Ruini and Gong Ruwen don't listen to her.
The most unacceptable thing for Zhang Lan was that smelling the fish soup in the air made her extremely hungry.
"Old man, do you think we'll get to drink fish soup?" This whole Spring Festival, the house was a mess, all sorts of disturbances. Forget about eating meat, not even a sliver was had.
The journey was all bumps, not to mention resting well, even the food was all sorts of junk. She thought coming to Gong Tao's place would provide them with some tasty offerings.
But it turns out they were only drinking porridge, corn porridge with pickled vegetables, without even a trace of meat.
