The next day.
It was probably some time in the morning.
Zhang Ye, who was sleeping in the guest room on the lower floor, was awoken by someone. He could hear little Chenchen's low voice saying, "Zhang Ye, I'm hungry. Buy some breakfast for me."
Zhang Ye turned around, "Don't disturb me, let me sleep in a while longer."
Chenchen pushed him, "Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye. Wake up."
Zhang Ye had slept for the entire afternoon yesterday, so he had not felt tired for the entire night until he had finally fallen asleep at 3AM. Right now, the sun had not even risen in the sky, so how could he possibly wake up now? He pulled the quilt over his head and said, "Let Uncle sleep for another hour. Don't you know how to cook? Or why don't you go downstairs to buy some breakfast instead?"
Chenchen's face sank, "I don't have money."
