"Wow, so diligent today," Tang Yuran's mom said with a smile, washing vegetables and speaking to Tang Yuran: "That's really rare."
"I'm learning to cook and prepare meals so that after I turn twenty, I can marry Gu Yu and cook for him!" Tang Yuran replied to her mom loudly and with rolled-up sleeves.
No sooner had she finished speaking than Gu Yu and Tang Yuran's dad, who were changing shoes in the living room, paused in unison.
Tang Yuran's dad looked up at Gu Yu, raising an eyebrow.
It dawned on him that a while back his daughter had been clamoring to make a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, apparently for a boy named Gu Yu. So, it was this rascal in front of him?
Gu Yu merely paused briefly, then continued to change his shoes with composure.
Tang Yuran's dad's eyes wandered, and after changing his shoes, he scampered into the kitchen.
"Wife," Tang Yuran's dad sidled up to her and called out sneakily.
