Zhang Jia looked at his watch, pursed his lips and shouted, "Mom, when will the food be ready? I'm going to be late for work." + "Wait for a minute, it will be ready soon." A gentle voice came from the kitchen. + Hearing this sentence, Zhang Jia understood clearly that he was afraid that he would not recover for a while, so he simply did not wait for the porridge and vegetables. Fortunately, there were already hot steamed buns in front of him.
Intention: love