At this moment, the rooster crowed at dawn, and a weak glimmer pierced through the dark sky.
The Ghost Shadow disappeared instantly.
Shen Heying breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and nudged Shen Cong on the ground.
"Dad..."
Afternoon.
Yun Qi had just woken up from a nap when he heard arguing coming from downstairs.
He went downstairs.
Grandpa was holding Grandma's hand, which was covered in flour.
"You just got better, who told you to do this?" Grandpa looked angry but didn't dare to get too mad, afraid of scaring Grandma.
Old Mrs. Yun had kind eyes and a gentle smile, her voice was soft.
"It's okay, ever since I got sick, I haven't cooked in a while, so I thought I'd make a nice meal for the kids, besides Qi hasn't tried my cooking yet."
Yun Qi's eyes lit up.
"Is Grandma's cooking very good?"
