After finishing his work, Song Qinghuan hadn't brought the noodles over yet.
Just as he was beginning to worry whether she and Jin Lin were quarrelling again, the doorbell finally rang. He got up to open the door and saw Song Qinghuan carrying a tray with three bowls of noodles. Each bowl was topped with a golden brown fried egg; it was a feast for all the senses.
She had fried eggs, no wonder it took so long?
Sitting down at the dining table, Shi Yuhuan took the bowl and glanced at the other two bowls of noodles, "Three bowls? Are you eating two?"
Song Qinghuan chuckled playfully, "Shi Yuhuan, one bowl is for your son."
Shi Yuhuan arched an eyebrow, "My son?"
Song Qinghuan walked over to Zishi with a bowl of noodles, stroked his head, and replied to Shi Yuhuan, "I mean Zishi!"
Shi Yuhuan paused for a moment before slowly saying, "He is not my son. I don't have a son."
Song Qinghuan seemed confused, and subconsciously asked again, "What did you say?"
