Xia La shook her head: "It's not me, it's Tom. Uncle has been missing for a long time and Tom has been craving broccoli cream soup these past few days." She scratched her head and laughed: "Uncle, remember to make more soup. Tom loves it; I estimate there might not be enough..."
Casio's hand chopping vegetables suddenly stopped, he slowly turned his head to look at Xia La's smiling face, and shook his head: "Two little rascals."
"They are quite clever."
Bonk!
Xia La's head was also ruthlessly thumped.
"What rubbish about broccoli cream soup, Tom's favorite is the mushroom soup I make. Stop probing, aren't you two tired?"
Casio washed his hands and spoke wordlessly. He had just praised Xia La for being clever, saying she knew him better than Tom did.
Looking at it now, she was indeed clever, but in the wrong way.
Fifteen minutes later.
"Come have dinner, let me explain properly to you both..."
