"He's your father?"
"Yes."
"Where is he?"
"He is gone…" Chen Bieli said blandly, stepping into a small room.
Tang Ye didn't speak, finding a hint of desolation in Chen Bieli's tone.
After a moment, Chen Bieli emerged from the room, struggling with a bag marked with a brand of rice.
Seeing her struggle, Tang Ye hesitated for a moment before moving to help her.
"Let me. I can't believe you actually have this."
Tang Ye lifted the heavy bag of rice with ease and took it to the kitchen. When he came out, he glanced at the small room.
Good lord, it was full of food...
"Thank you," said Chen Bieli.
"No need…wait, are you going to cook?"
"Yes."
"No need to go through the trouble, I'm leaving."
"Have a seat, it'll be ready in a moment."
Chen Bieli seated Tang Ye at the dining table before disappearing back into the kitchen. Tang Ye attempted to voice his thoughts but ended up sitting there in silent anxiety, watching her.
"Do you like onions?"
