"Ge Ge, don't take it to heart with Charlie. After being by your uncle's side for so long, he has his own way of thinking and is more or less different from us."
Zhang Manhua placed the stir-fried vegetables on the plate. One woman in the kitchen was speaking aggrievedly while the other was consoling her.
Soon, Pei Ge's phone rang.
"Ge Ge, I'll be there in a bit. The children are here, too. Uncle wants to come over no matter what. You guys have to make more delicious food tonight. We'll be there in about half an hour."
Ji Ziming's voice was cold with a hint of certainty and Qu Xiujie's laughter could be heard clearly from the receiver. "I say, Ge Ge, you must make more delicious food for uncle. It's true that I want to eat your cooking so you guys must serve me good food and drinks."
Pei Ge's lips curled up as she listened. "Uncle, I understand. Don't worry; I'll make more. They'll definitely be your favorite dishes."
"That's more like it."
