บท 477: Chicken Congee, Iron Gate

"Da Bao, come here quickly. Come here quickly."

Little Treasure carried a lunchbox and rushed into the room. In the middle of the night, it was not easy to be a thief. Moreover, he had stolen food. However, he was very lucky. There was a lunchbox on the kitchen table, the most important thing was that the lunchbox was actually two bowls of steaming hot chicken congee.

This, this, this was simply too good.

"Little Treasure, why aren't you sleeping?"

Da Bao rubbed her sleepy eyes. It was already so late. Why was Little Treasure not sleeping?

Little Treasure would never tell Da Bao that he had woken up from hunger. He really did not know how to carry on, so he took advantage of the night and his sister fell asleep to go down and find some food.

However, he did not expect to see the uncle chef go to the toilet right after he put the porridge into the lunchbox. Otherwise, he would not have gotten such a bargain.