Face Smacking Specialist!

Evening.

The sun had set, dying the sky red.

Zhang Ye had returned to his rental place. After taking the elevator, he did not return to his house, but followed the aroma from the landlady's house. The door was open and the sound of oil splattering could be heard from the kitchen. At a glance, the little rascal Rao Chenchen was in the living room, doing her homework.

"Chenchen, are you busy?" Zhang Ye smiled as he entered the house.

Chenchen immediately shouted to the kitchen, "Aunt! Zhang Ye is here to scrounge for food again!"

Zhang Ye nearly planted himself on the floor, "This unlucky child. I treated you well for nothing."

Chenchen gave her trademark smile, "Hur Hur." Then she lowered her head and carried on doing her homework.

Rao Aimin from inside probably heard this. She opened the kitchen door and did not look kindly at Zhang Ye, "You really came on time. Is your Chinese Zodiac a dog? You followed the aroma over?"