There was a shout from the direction of the hot spring pool.
Song Xiang lay down by the window and rubbed his arms, "Why does my voice sound like my uncle's?"
Yun Yun came out with a pot of yam porridge, "Huh? I didn't hear it."
Song Xiang shrugged, "Maybe I heard wrong?"
She closed the window again.
After a long time, almost when she was about to go to sleep, there was movement down the corridor.
She opened the window and looked down, and saw Nan Che walking this way lazily and with his head raised.
He was wearing a bathrobe and slippers. His hair was wet and he was wiping it with a towel.
The ceiling light in the corridor was shining, and it was drizzling outside. He raised his head slightly, and the lines of his Adam's apple and jaw were stained with silver. Under the light, he looked like a person walking out of a cartoon.
Song Xiang watched quietly. When he found out, she called out, "Uncle."
Nan Che looked towards her, his eyes were red.
Song Xiang pointed to his hair and eyes, "Have you taken a shower?"
Nan Che cleared her throat, "Well, I just washed it."
Song Xiang was confused and looked in the direction, "Then why are you coming from the east? The bathroom is to the south of the hot spring."
Nanche: "I... took a walk."
"Oh..." Song Xiang nodded and asked, "Where are dad and Yan Han?"
Speaking of Rong Boye, Nan Che bared his teeth quietly and said with a childish face, "I don't know."
Song Xiang smiled, "Hey, did you have a fight?"
Nan Che hummed softly and did not answer. He walked under her window, jumped easily, and climbed onto the edge of the window.
Song Xiang shouted softly and quickly backed away. Before she could react, Nan Che had already reached the small kitchen from the corridor.
She opened her mouth wide.
Nan Che blinked at her, "Good boy, are you the only one?"
Song Xiang pointed inside blankly, "Auntie went to make barbecued pork for you."
"Just in time, I'm hungry."
Nan Che walked inside and called in a longer tone: "Nanny——"
Yun Yun heard the commotion and walked out quickly. She saw water dripping from his hair and said, "Oh my god, why don't you blow dry? You will catch a cold."
Nan Che sat down at the table, leaned back lazily, and pouted, "The temperature of that broken hair dryer is wrong, and it makes my face uncomfortable."
Song Xiang interrupted, "Is it too hot?"
"I don't know." Nan Che said casually, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he showed a childish look, "Nanny, please wipe it for me."
Yun Yun quickly took his towel and wiped him quickly, "Are you hungry? I made a lot of things."
Nan Che pouted, "I was hungry."
"What now?"
"I've had enough water."
"ah?"
Nan Che sighed, very unhappy, and looked up at her, "Is it sweet?"
"Yes, I have made a lot of them, and they are all sweet."
"Oh, then you can feed me later, I have no strength..."
"Okay, sit still and don't move."
The two of them were talking as if no one was around. Song Xiang blinked and moved out knowingly.
As soon as she walked to the door, she met Yan Han who had changed his clothes.
After closing the door, she stepped on her feet and touched Yan Han's hair.
"Hey, has your hair been blowdried?"
"Um."
Song Xiang looked behind him and whispered: "Did uncle go to take a bath with you?"
Yan Han's expression was a little complicated, he leaned over and said a few words in her ear.
Song Xiang groaned and patted his chest, "Don't stop me."
"My father-in-law is doing something, is there any room for me to stop him?" Yan Han raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I don't dare. Don't let your father give me a kick when the time comes."
Song Xiang poked him, "You're not afraid, you just love watching good shows."