The old lady looked at them suspiciously. "What's wrong with you two brothers? Are you unfamiliar with each other?"
Bo Yuelin snapped back to reality and asked stiffly, "Why is Mother here?"
"You won't look at me, but I'm not allowed to look at you?"
Bo Yuelin pursed his lips. "Mother, you must be joking."
The old lady sighed inwardly. Sometimes, her son was too inflexible and not suitable for jokes.
"I finally got a divorce, so I came to have a celebratory meal with you."
Bo Yuelin paused and looked up at the expressionless Bo Sichen. Looking at the old lady's emotions, it seemed like she didn't know about those things.
After regaining his senses, he heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "I'll instruct the kitchen to prepare it."
"No need. I'll cook today. I'll make some of your favorite dishes."
Bo Yuelin was shocked. He didn't expect the old lady to say such a thing.
"No… no need…"
