Like yesterday, Yue Zitong, who had finished washing, put his hands around his chest and leaned on the kitchen door frame to watch Li Nan's busy breakfast.

Li Nan looked back and was surprised. "Hey, there are no black circles this morning. Did you think of a good way to deal with the old man?"

"That's a piece of cake for me."

"You keep blowing, I cook."

"You should know now why I want to take you in?"

Yue Zitong seemed to ask carelessly.

Li Nantou did not reply: "I don't know if I can? Your old man is very interested in talking. He should say what he should say...