After finishing two bowls of warm, sweet, and spicy ginger撞奶, Chen Yin and Ke Xing felt completely relaxed. Each of them held Yiyi and Er Er in their arms, leaning on a comfortable chair without speaking for a long time.
As the sun rose higher, nearing noon, 2569 began to prepare lunch. Chen Yin, however, sniffed, got up, handed Er Er to Du Xixi, and said, "There are still some official duties waiting for me at the Imperial Palace, so I won't be staying for lunch here. But I do have a favor to ask you."
"Hmm?" Er Er, who was always clingy with his mother, hugged Du Xixi's neck tightly as soon as he was in her arms. Du Xixi adjusted her hold, making Er Er more comfortable. "Let me guess, my brother is craving something delicious again, right?"
