"Mom, then ... When are you coming back? although I want you and uncle to be in love for a few more days, but ... I really want you to eat the food you make."
"Mom will go back as soon as possible, okay? bear with it a little longer." The fake Mrs. Yue felt that Yan qingsi did not suspect her, so her tone became more relaxed.
"Okay then ... You said you would make me braised pork ribs the day you went to Beijing. I've been thinking about it."
"Okay, okay, I'll make it for you when we get back ... You can eat anything you want."
The smile on Yan qingsi's face slowly disappeared, and her hand that was holding the phone slowly tightened.
"Mom, stay with uncle in the capital for a few more days. You must come back before the new year."
"Alright, I'll definitely ..."
"Mom ... Goodbye ..."
"Goodbye."
Yan qingsi's eyes reddened as she put down her phone.
