"Uncle, I'm so hungry. What time are you going to sleep till before you bring us out to eat some delicious food?"
Little Yichen, who was lying on the side, nagged at him indignantly.
It seemed that they wanted him to bring them out to hunt for food.
Gong Jie covered his face helplessly as the veins on his forehead throbbed harshly.
Come on!
How early is it right now?
Moreover, there were meals prepared by the hotel. They could just head to the restaurant.
Youyou glared at him as if he could guess what he was thinking before saying expressionlessly, "This hotel doesn't prepare Chinese food."
"What time is it?"
"It is already 10:30 in the morning," informed his nephew.
"Umph…"
"Get up now and bring us to find food!"
The boy covered his face with a pillow, and he did not have the energy to pull it away.