Addicted to watching Cheng Zhirang's videos, Mu Qiu woke up at eleven on Friday, her eyes feeling a bit sore. She squinted, lifted the quilt, draped her hair, and wearing a nightgown like a ghost, slowly walked outside.
Just as she passed the living room doorway, she suddenly heard a knock on the door, very softly, followed by a familiar childish voice.
"Sister! It's Chengcheng!"
"Sister, open the door!"
Mu Qiu picked up a knitted cardigan from the couch and put it on, taking a peek through the peephole before opening the door.
Outside was a little guy in overalls holding a small food box, struggling to lift it and hand it to her.
"Sister, I made these cookies myself. Please have some, sister."
Mu Qiu squatted down, widened her eyes, and looked at his small mouth, "Chengcheng, have you lost a tooth?"
Chengcheng immediately covered his mouth. Since he was holding the small food box with both hands, he had to use his arm to cover his mouth, "No, I haven't!"
