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"Are you going to eat it or not? If you're not, I'll eat it all by myself."
In the end, Pei Ziheng couldn't resist the temptation to "steal a taste," and scampered downstairs after Pei Yang.
To avoid waking Shen Mingzhu in the bedroom, the father and son took off their shoes and tiptoed to the living room like thieves.
They didn't dare to turn on the lights; one wielded a flashlight while the other opened the fridge to grab the marinated crabs.
Clap.
Just as Pei Yang was carrying the crab jar out of the fridge, ready to head to the kitchen, the living room light suddenly turned on.
Turning their heads, they saw Shen Mingzhu, hair disheveled, standing in front of the switch, looking at the father and son with an amused expression, "What are you up to?"
Pei Yang looked down at the glass jar in his hands and swayed it from side to side.
"What if I say I couldn't sleep and got up to do some exercises, would you believe me?"