Over an hour later, Sun Wenle calmed down.

He touched his stomach, looking pitifully at me, "Wife, I'm hungry."

I glanced at him, smiling and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Sun Wenle quickly said, "Beer, barbecue, fried chicken, and two packs of cigarettes."

I laughed, "Think again."

The man fell silent, and after a long time, with a pained expression, he said, "Is rice porridge okay?"

I shrugged indifferently, "Order whatever you want, no one can control you."

He ate messily, I was happy, hoping for a quick death.

He drank porridge, I was also happy, just thinking about his expression made me happy.

It was already ten o'clock, that group of people hadn't returned yet, and I didn't feel like waiting.

I handed Sun Wenle a phone, "This is the caregiver I hired for you, you can contact her if you need anything."

Sun Wenle buried himself in the menu, ignoring me completely.

Dad pulled me away, "This troublesome guy, I always can't help but want to beat him up."

At midnight, mother-in-law called, I glanced at it and shut down the phone directly.

I could tell it was nothing good, so I couldn't be bothered to deal with them.