The lunchbox used to pack Jiang Shoucheng's meal was naturally of an extra-large size, but Dong Li had only made a small pot, which fit into the lunchbox with plenty of room to spare.
The three-tiered white stainless steel lunchbox contained only a small pot of almond and pork lung soup. When Jiang Feng picked up the lunchbox, he always felt like he should add something more to it.
As he left the kitchen, Jiang Feng immediately noticed Ji Xia sitting by the table near the kitchen door, pretending to daydream while actually eyeing the soda in the fridge, poised to strike the moment Jiang Feng left.
When Jiang Feng's gaze fell on Ji Xia, Ji Xia guiltily looked away.
"Xiaxia,"
Since Jiang Feng had called out, Ji Xia couldn't pretend she hadn't heard and walked over while massaging her finger, "Master."
"Go change your clothes and come with me to see Granduncle Weiming. On the way back, I'll take you to buy some roasted sweet potatoes," said Jiang Feng.