He sat across the table from her. With his little hands propping his head contentedly, he said, "Not at all! Youyou is happy if mommy enjoys my cooking."
"Youyou cooks very well; it's better than those made by Michelin chefs!" She held up her thumb and unabashedly showered her baby with praises.
Blushing, he hastily urged, "Mommy, quickly finish your dinner. What if it turns cold again?"
"Eh!"
She lifted her bowl of rice and gobbled down its recently heated content.
Her son observed her for a bit before he said in a hushed voice, "Mommy, Youyou wants to ask something!"
"Huh?"
"That man you introduced as your university professor… um… Who is he exactly?"
She had just swallowed a mouthful of rice when he asked that question. It got her coughing non-stop.
