After lunch, the roadside vendors had already gone home, but fortunately, there were still a few small grocery stores in town which sold vegetables and cooking ingredients.
Ye Zhenzhen asked Xiao Chen, "What dish do you want to eat?"
"Hmm..." Xiao Chen tilted his head and thought for a moment. He felt there were many dishes he wanted to try, but he needed to ascertain one thing, "Mom, now that we're here, are you the one who's going to be cooking?"
What he wanted to eat depended on who would be cooking.
If it was Dad, he could ask for something more complicated, but if it was Mom, he'd prefer something simpler so as not to tire her out.
Ye Zhenzhen: "Yes, I'll cook!"
Song Jinze: "Dad will cook."
The two answered the little guy's question almost simultaneously, then exchanged glances and suddenly laughed.
"You're going to cook?" Ye Zhenzhen asked.
