"You must be hungry by now, go ahead and eat." Li Changqing placed the food on the brick wall beside them.
For a moment, Li Hengsheng felt somewhat at a loss.
He looked at the steaming hot meal, knowing that it needed to be heated for at least fifteen minutes before eating. Seeing the steaming sensation, it seemed it had already been prepared in advance.
Since he returned, it hadn't even been fifteen minutes, which means Li Changqing had already heated it up for him before he came back.
Inhaling that familiar aroma, Li Hengsheng walked over and opened the lid.
Inside was his favorite stir-fried meat rice bowl.
Li Hengsheng remained silent.
He didn't say anything, didn't express any polite gratitude to Li Changqing, he just picked up a spoon and began to eat heartily.
Li Changqing quietly watched his son devour his meal, a smile appeared on the face behind the mask.
Watching Li Hengsheng eat, Li Changqing felt that it was even more delicious than if he were eating it himself.
