"Mama, I missed you so much."
Qiao Xixi took him from Jin Ling's arms and kissed his little head. "Mama missed you all, too."
"Ever since you left, Sangqi has been waiting by the door. He insisted on waiting for you to come back. I was worried he might run off, so I waited with him in the courtyard."
The color drained from Qiao Xixi's face when she heard this. "Jin Ling, are you telling me that Feiyan made dinner tonight?!"
Feiyan, who was just bringing out a dish, was not happy to hear that.
"What's wrong with my cooking? Look around the whole tribe, you won't find many handsome males who can cook better than me. Xixi, your good fortune has only just begun."
Qiao Xixi resignedly carried Sangqi over to a chair and sat down. Qiao Ang and the others obediently washed their hands and came to sit beside her.
Qiao Qiao's little face wrinkled in disgust as she stared at the burnt-black pancakes on the plate.
