By the time the night had fully settled, Zhuang Ruman still hadn't returned.
Mrs. Song did not dare to start dinner with Zhuang Yuanzhong and Zhuang Qinghe, instead, she waited in the courtyard, frequently looking out of the gate.
Although the moon was bright, there was not a single soul to be seen.
"Why isn't father home yet, I'm starving to death," Zhuang Qinghe grumbled, rubbing her empty stomach, she finally couldn't bear it any longer and reached for a piece of steamed cornbread to eat.
Mrs. Song, too, was so hungry that she also grabbed a piece of steamed cornbread to nibble on, but she murmured, "Let's wait a little longer, he should be back soon."
"If he comes back and sees you two eating without him, he's likely to get angry again, if you're really hungry, just eat some cornbread, don't have any soup."
Zhuang Ruman wouldn't notice if a few pieces of cornbread were missing, but if the soup was reduced, he would instantly realize that they started eating without him.