Yang Yongxian really liked the smell of burnt aroma. He couldn't help but take a bite. Before he could swallow, Cao Bajie's voice suddenly rang out from behind him: "Oh, the lunchbox fell down. I'm coming back to get it...",Yang Huazhong's steps faltered, hesitating at the doorway.,"We still have some money hidden away at home, and the child's silver necklace and bracelets are also there. If it really comes down to it, you can pawn a piece or two to show our sincerity," she asked again.。