"Sure, we are waiting for you and mom," Qin Jiale responded to his father.
"Next time, don't wait for us. If you're hungry, go ahead and eat," Qin Lei said, looking at the darkening sky with a hint of heartache.
"No worries, Mom and Dad. How about trying the fried sugar rice we made?" Qin Xue placed another portion of the prepared dish in front of her parents for them to taste.
Because they had more experience and a wider range of food knowledge, their judgment would be the best.
"This is good. Did you come up with this new recipe?" Qin Lei tasted it and asked.
"Sort of. I saw others make it," Qin Xue nodded. This was something she learned in the future. She was unsure whether it would count as stealing other people's hard work.
Anyway, it was a snack her grandmother often made when she was a kid.
She liked it, but ever since she grew up and started studying abroad, and her deadbeat dad took her away, she barely had it. Now, she made it because her younger sister wanted it.
