"Mom, you're always overthinking."
"Yes, your mom's been destined for a hard life... never one for daydreaming."
"Mom, you're really..."
"Okay, that's enough... come back early."
"No way, Mom. We just got here and you want to leave... A Yao is still practicing piano with Lu Qian."
Su Yumei hesitated upon hearing this and said, "Staying too long isn't good... after all, it's someone else's home."
"Whose home is someone else's? This is my Dad's house... Mom, why are you acting like an outsider? If you're not comfortable, just stay in my room."
"Alright, you little brat, don't come up with any more bad ideas!"
"Got it..." Su Nuannuan replied sheepishly.
Downstairs, Jih Yunxiao had already quickly finished dinner but still felt unsatisfied.
In the past, his mother and grandmother never cooked.
He and Jih Yunshu grew up eating meals made by the family chefs...
Although the chefs were quite skilled, the household had more than one, each with their specialty dishes.
