Deliberately dawdled for a bit, taking twenty minutes to finish the shower.
By the time Qiao An came out of the bedroom, the aroma of food was already in the air.
The once hostile father and daughter had already harmoniously squeezed into the kitchen together.
"Dad, just a little bit more."
Little Nuomi held a small rice bowl with both hands, stood on tiptoes, and raised it above her head, striking a humble pose begging for food.
"No, you've eaten too much today, you can only have a little bit for the night snack."
Little Nuomi pouted, her face full of discontent, "Little Nuomi hasn't had a lot."
"It's already a lot."
"Not a lot~"
"Qiao Xiaonuo, leave the kitchen within one minute, or tomorrow's ice cream is canceled too."
Little Nuomi had a face of shock!
She slowly put her hands down, hugged her small rice bowl tightly, whimpered, and reluctantly left the kitchen, looking back every three steps.
