Chương 297: Each Sleeping Her Own

Premier Shen also smelled the sweet fragrance of the biscuits. He glared at his youngest son. "She's a guest. Why does she have to cook all the time?"

County Magistrate Shen shrugged and was about to explain that the girl was really itching to cook every day when his father said seriously, "Since she has made it, give me a share. Don't waste it."

County Magistrate Shen was speechless.

Father, you're thinking too much. It's impossible to waste it. You can't even snatch what Little Girl Ning made if you're late. Didn't you hear that those little fellows who stayed in bed jumped up?

Hey, wait a minute. Father, you're just greedy!