Looking at Mrs. Song, who was timid and afraid of Zhuang Ruman, they didn't know how to deal with these poached eggs yet.
"Ahhh!" Zhuang Yuanzhong sniffed the fragrance of the poached eggs wafting from the pot, and twitched his nose: "If only we had a way to eat these without daddy seeing..."
"What's so difficult about that? We eat them first, and by the time dad comes back, we'll have finished them. He won't be able to see anything. Would he somehow know we ate the eggs?"
Zhuang Qinghe said nonchalantly.
"What are you talking about? How many eggs are in the basket, your father knows it well."
Mrs. Song didn't find Zhuang Qinghe's plan good. Nowadays, they were making little money and there were many expenses. They wished they could break every coin into two and compare the eggs in the basket, Zhuang Ruman would hate to count twice a day. Not to mention five, even if one was missing, he would notice immediately.
"That's not hard, we can say a weasel took it at night."