"I'll go ask."

"It's time to eat. We'll go after dinner."

"All right!"

It was dinner time again. Zhou Yan in the space was waiting for food, but it didn't come for a long time. He sat beside his mother in a depressed mood, "Did Auntie forget me?"

Kong Xianxian hugged her son and said, "Impossible, he must be too busy."

"Maybe!"

When Zhou Xiang came in, he saw the mother and son sitting in a daze under the fruit tree.

"Yan'er."

"aunt."

Zhou Yan's smile immediately filled his little face.

"Hurry, hurry, I'll come in and have dinner with you."

As Zhou Xiang was speaking, all kinds of things appeared around him: tables, stools, vegetable bowls, rice bowls, soup bowls, spoons and chopsticks.

Zhou Yan immediately took the spoon and chopsticks happily, "I'll help."

"Okay! Yan'er, put out the chopsticks."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dining table was set, the food and soup were placed on the table, and the stools were placed beside the table.

Zhou Yan placed three pairs of chopsticks next to three rice bowls. "Can we eat now?"

"Of course, but have you washed your hands?"

"I washed it, it was almost time, so I washed my hands and waited."

"Are you impatient?"

Zhou Yan quickly shook his head, "No, no, I know my aunt is busy."

"Be good, bear with it for a while. I'll be able to leave tomorrow. After I finish the natal lamp thing, your father should be back by then."

"Well! Don't worry, I trust my aunt."

"Okay, let's eat!"

Kong Xianxian knew that Zhou Xiang didn't want to pay attention to her, so she sat down to eat without Zhou Xiang's greeting.

Zhou wanted to use a spoon to scoop food for Zhou Yan, "I forgot to bring an extra pair of serving chopsticks."

"I saw it in the study of the thatched cottage."

"Those chopsticks are old and dirty. Don't eat the food inside. They are for emergency use only, not made specifically for Yan'er. They won't taste good."

"Yeah! I didn't eat. When my aunt didn't bring me food, I would eat fruit when I was hungry."

"Yes, fruit is the best thing. These foods are a kind of love. When you have the chance, ask your grandfather to make a bunch, and I will change the food in the study again."

"Okay, it's Grandpa who has to bear the brunt of the burden."

"It's okay. When he knows it's prepared for you, he'll be happy no matter how tired he is."