Nan Sichen watched her and walked over to pour her a glass of water. Like Nianzhi, she gulped it down in two swigs.
Nan Sichen looked at her and asked with a smile, "Want more?"
"Then another glass, please." Qin Yin lay down on the sofa.
Nan Sichen brought the water over, placed it on the coffee table, and she fell asleep lying down.
Nianzhi was happily playing chess by himself, but around seven in the evening, he pouted and blinked his big, watery eyes, saying, "Daddy, I'm hungry."
Nan Sichen glanced at Qin Yin, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa.
He shook his head with a smile, then went to get a blanket to cover her, only then did he turn and head to the kitchen. But after a few steps, he turned back to ask Nianzhi, "What do you want to eat?"
Nianzhi tilted his head, thought for a while, and asked, "Can I have Fried Chicken?"
"No, you can't."
"Then anything's fine." Nianzhi kept his head down and continued to play chess.
