"Are we just going to leave it at that?" Ye Zi'an asked.
Yang Chuxia gave him a glance, "What else can we do? They won't starve anyway. These two kids aren't picky eaters now; they'll eat rice soup just the same." As she spoke, Yang Chuxia pulled him along, "Let's go out for a walk, see how the old demon is doing. We haven't seen it for a long time."
"Since that's the case, I'll go back and get some food," he replied, "Wait here for me."
He also hadn't seen the old demon for a long time, and this time Baili Yan's illness was much relieved thanks to its pearls.
So, he went to the kitchen and under everyone's surprised gaze, quickly took two plates of roasted chicken and duck and carried them away in a food box.
"What did you take?" Seeing him with the food box, Yang Chuxia asked with a laugh.
"A plate of chicken, a plate of duck," he answered.
With one hand holding the food box, Ye Zi'an wrapped his other hand around Yang Chuxia.
"Xiaxia!"