"Why? You've always celebrated your birthday at home! Are you too good for your parents now?" Mrs. He protested.
It was truly better to be child free. Her son wasn't even as considerate as Qiuqiu.
Oh, a quick introduction. Qiuqiu was Mrs. He's dog. He's a Pomeranian that looked like a snowball, hence the name Qiuqiu (a nickname based on the word for ball in Mandarin).
"Am I not home today to eat with you? Please calm down, my Empress Dowager." He Ming sat his mother down on the sofa and massaged her back.
"You are not getting away with flattery. You must at least come home for some longevity noodles on that day!" Mrs. He ordered.
He Ming thought about it for a moment and said, "Alright then." He was only going out at night that day - a candlelight dinner with Xiaomeng followed by a romantic evening together. The thought alone excited him.
