After quickly taking a shower, Chaochao even reverently sprayed herself with perfume. With a pilgrimage-like mentality, she finished her dinner and then excitedly ran back and forth in the living room.
In the end, Huo Qin forced him to watch Peppa Pig on the sofa.
But when they saw Chaochao drooling as he stared at Peppa Pig jumping around on TV.
Huo Qin: "..."
In two hours, the little dumpling ran to the kitchen twenty or thirty times to see if the midnight snack was being prepared; she was practically waiting with her bowl in hand for the midnight snack to arrive.
Suddenly a small head rested on her lap, and in her bright almond-shaped eyes, one eye seemed to read "Xiao" (宵) and the other "Ye" (夜).
"Daddy~~"
It's only eight o'clock now, but it's not good to eat too much before bed.
Huo Qin pondered for a moment, and the little dumpling's eyes grew brighter and brighter. Xiao Kui, who was passing by, felt that they were so bright that they could set the curtains on fire.
The late-night snack was delivered half an hour earlier than originally planned.
We hired the most popular barbecue restaurant in China, and to avoid oil fumes, we arranged for them to be in the barbecue area of the Huo residence. Skewers and plates of pork were delivered to the dining table inside the house as soon as they were grilled.
After a simple small plate of black truffle and ham risotto to fill my stomach, a plate of Spanish charcoal-grilled black pork ribs and shoulder meat, along with ten skewers of cumin-flavored pork belly, were served.
The aroma of meat filled the air, and the grilled meat sizzled and glistened with oil.
Chaochao's eyes widened in amazement. It was the first time she had ever heard of so many different types and ways to eat meat, but all of them were so delicious that the child wished she had two stomachs.
Huo Qin sat next to Chaochao, slowly tasting a few slices of grilled shoulder and neck meat. He ate very little, spending most of his time wiping the crumbs from the little dumpling's mouth as she ate.
The late-night snack smelled so good that even Grandpa Huo couldn't resist putting down his cane and sitting down at the table.
At this time, the old man who was focused on health would have been asleep long ago.
Noticing Huo Qin's slightly mocking gaze, the old man remained unmoved, calmly picking up a piece of rib: "After working hard for most of my life, can't I have a little midnight snack?"
Huo Qin was wiping the little boy's mouth without even looking up:
"Just a reminder to you, don't let your cholesterol get too high."
Grandpa Huo: ...What do you mean? Old people can't have a nightlife and eat late-night snacks?!
The old man glared at Huo Qin and took a bite of meat as if to vent his anger.
Chaochao focused solely on eating meat, completely oblivious to the power struggles between her father and grandfather.
Only when the fifth and sixth roasters entered the grill in an orderly fashion did the little dumpling lift its head from the plate with a "whoosh".
It was only then that she realized someone was missing.
The little dumpling asked, puzzled, "Where's my brother?"
When Aunt Song called, Jiang Chi, who was homeless, immediately packed his bags and went home. Brother Hong shouted angrily from behind, "Jiang Chi, don't forget you're an artist! You better keep your mouth shut!"
Even though I work out every day, I can't resist this kind of eating!
Jiang Chi thought to himself that compared to the little tyrant at home, he ate relatively little.
"Don't worry, I won't gain weight."
Jiajia, who was anxiously dieting while eating takeout, exclaimed: "Holy crap!"
Brother Chi, you're too vicious!
Waaaaah, this food smells so good! Even a dog would eat!
Hong: "...But you'll get pimples!!!"
Waaah, please stop yelling!
Behind her, Jiajia was slurping noodles while tears streamed down her face.
When Jiang Chi returned to the Huo residence, he was still a little reserved and sat down in the chair furthest diagonally opposite Huo Qin.
But that didn't stop the little dumpling from bringing him delicious roasted meat.
Jiang Chi sighed with emotion and then smiled, "Good child."
In fact, he didn't dare to move at all under his uncle's cold gaze!
Huo Qin stopped Chaochao from eating anymore, but she secretly looked up and couldn't resist taking another small bite of ham. Suddenly remembering something, she sneakily moved closer to Jiang Chi.
"Brother, even though I got to eat barbecue today, we still have to go to the barbecue we agreed on."
Jiang Chi: "...Chao Chao, if I and the barbecue fall into the river one day, who will you save?"
Without hesitation, Chaochao replied, "Of course, I'll save my brother!"
Jiang Chi was taken aback when he heard her decisive and unwavering decision.
Then the little dumpling said confidently.
"If the barbecue falls into the river, it can't be eaten anymore. Brother, you want to test me on this, right?"
She's not a kid who eats just anything; she's very hygienic.
Jiang Chi: "..."
Chaochao tilted her head and watched Jiang Chi eat his late-night snack, marveling at how delicious the meat was; her brother didn't even have time to say anything.
It would be great if Brother Jingcheng and Brother Yuci were here too.
But the older brothers still have to go to school.
Chaochao's little eyes gradually drifted toward that distant door.
"I want this, this... and that too!"
Chaochao pointed at this and that with her little hand, pointing to everything she thought was super delicious!
A little while later, the nanny came out with a tray of food and shook her head helplessly at Chaochao, "Young Master Pei doesn't want to eat."
The little dumpling nodded slowly.
Seeing this, the nanny felt sorry for him and tried to comfort him by saying that Young Master Pei had a poor appetite today and hadn't even eaten dinner.
Then the little dumpling lowered its head and said softly, "It's okay."
The nanny felt even worse and squatted down to comfort Miss Chaochao.
Then, this time I saw it clearly—
The little dumpling lowered its head, its two bright eyes staring intently at the plate of roasted meat that Pei Yushen had returned to the table.
"It's okay, little meat. You're so delicious. Even if Brother Yu Shen doesn't eat you, I will."
This plate of carefully selected grilled meat is all her favorite!
"..." The nanny held back her tears of heartache; she had been overthinking things.
The little dumpling, who was happily eating, was suddenly lifted up. Huo Qin raised one hand, raised his eyebrows, and chuckled lightly: "I told you, you can't eat anymore."
Chaochao licked her lips, offering a weak and feeble excuse:
"But if no one eats this meat, it will be sad..."
She just wanted to be responsible for the delicious barbecue, was she wrong? *slurp*
Watching Chaochao, who, even suspended in mid-air, still managed to lower her head and pout as she ate the plate of grilled meat.
Huo Qin's temple throbbed: "..."
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