The food stalls in the back.

"This sausage shop smells so good..."

The sausage was round and plump, its fried skin oozing tempting oil.

This is a fully grilled sausage that's ready to eat right away.

The system, about to wipe away tears: "...Huh?...Oh..."

After smacking her lips in frustration, Chaochao finally put down the tablet and rolled over like an egg pancake.

The phone call with Lingling just now reminded her of something.

She's going on another long trip soon.

I won't see my dad for another two or three days.

The little dumpling, who had just been lying flat for two or three seconds, suddenly tightened its belly and did a sit-up, then trotted over to the man's side.

She nuzzled Huo Qin's arm affectionately, then nestled her messy little tuft of hair against his lap.

It's like a puppy expressing affection to its loved one in a carefree manner, only to eventually run out of energy and collapse.

Huo Qin lowered his dark eyes and quietly watched Chaochao lying flat on his lap, but a minute passed without the little dumpling speaking.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone indifferent.

But the system inexplicably felt that there was a hint of guidance in that calm tone, as if... it was waiting for Chaochao to ask something.

The little head in front paused abruptly upon hearing his voice, then puffed out its cheeks and turned around, cake crumbs still clinging to its lips. Its two round almond-shaped eyes blinked in confusion, as if to say something.

No, it's nothing.

Huo Qin's gaze shifted downwards, lingering on a single yellow speck of dust on his trousers, before he paused, "..."

Chaochao didn't see that there were still some fish that slipped through her fingers.

Just as she made a discovery, a former germaphobe calmly took a tissue and tucked it away, giving a casual reply.

"Yes, it's nothing."