Gu Yibo returned home at noon that day, and he didn't drink.
Lan Baozhen and Fang Lingwei both found it surprising, and asked him why he came back so early.
Gu Yibo grinned and said, "Hehe, it's my own home, why can't I come back?"
When this guy doesn't drink, he acts more like a human, so Lan Baozhen didn't say anything, only said, "We made dumplings ourselves this morning, let's eat dumplings."
Lan Baozhen has bad teeth, after all, she's 90 years old, and she doesn't eat much of usual food, she has always loved noodles, and Fang Lingwei is considerate of her elderly mother, always cooking some noodles with her at home for lunch.
Gu Yibo blurted out: "I like eating dumplings too, winter is a good time for dumplings."
Lan Baozhen and Fang Lingwei exchanged a glance, they both felt that Gu Yibo probably had something on his mind, but neither mother nor daughter exposed him.
After some busy preparation, steaming hot dumplings were set on the table.
The three of them sat down.
