Zhao Youcai blinked. He felt that Wang Meilan's gaze was even colder than the house. But right now, he didn't dare say a word.
Just then, Li Baoyu, holding two bundles of dried noodles and two jars of canned food, was about to climb down from the truck bed. Zhao Jun hurried over and reached out to take some of the load.
Seeing this, Wang Meilan said to Jin Xiaomei, "Xiaomei, hurry inside. Wash the wok, stir-fry some aromatics, and boil some noodles for us to eat."
"Okay!" Jin Xiaomei replied and hurried into the courtyard. Before she went, she also took Zhao Hong and Zhao Na by the hand.
It was almost nine o'clock, and she was hungry too.
"Ruhai." Although this wasn't her own house, Wang Meilan started giving orders. Otherwise, everyone would just be standing awkwardly at the gate, staring blankly at Zhao Youcai. If she didn't take the lead, no one would feel right about going inside.
