Night fell, and the house was deserted.

No one would deliberately make noise at midnight and play heavy metal music to disturb him. No one would suddenly come out from behind to sprinkle salt into the pot while he was cooking, and no one would deliberately snatch the toilet from him in the morning.

Life was quiet, but it was starting to get boring.

Qiao Anyan cooked three dishes and one soup for herself. She brought the dishes to the dining table and ...