Cheng Weiyue said "Okay," paused, then added sweetly, "The food is just ready. I will wait for you to arrive before I eat."
On the side, Cheng Cunzheng took off his reading glasses as he walked out of the kitchen, muttering to himself, "Why does Ruolan always put the sugar jar next to the salt jar? It made me search for a long time with my reading glasses on."
He placed a plate of chilled cucumbers on the table, and glancing at Cheng Weiyue immersed in her own world with a sweet smile, he wondered, "What's with you, smiling so foolishly like a simpleton?"
"Who talks about their own daughter like that!" Zhao Ruolan, who was being helped down the stairs by her BFF, heard Cheng Cunzheng and immediately came to her daughter's defense, "You can't even tell sugar from salt, and you have the nerve to talk about my Yueyue?"
Cheng Weiyue covered her face, her eyes and eyebrows brimming with laughter.
