Tang Yuran's mom had just brought out a fresh plate of dumplings from the kitchen when she saw the two people standing in the living room. She paused for a moment and then asked, puzzled, "What are you two doing standing there? Why haven't you finished that plate of dumplings yet? I was afraid you wouldn't have enough, so I made you another plate."
"No thanks, Mom... That plate of yours is so big, even three people couldn't finish it," Tang Yuran said with a speechless expression.
"How can you not finish it? Don't you usually eat..." Tang Yuran's mom hadn't finished her sentence before Tang Yuran covered her mouth with his hand.
"Mom, stop it, it's Chinese New Year. Gu Yu has to go back and spend the holiday with his parents," Tang Yuran said from behind her mom, hand over her mouth, and gave an awkward smile, "It's gonna be dark if he leaves any later."
"Mmm... Mmph..." Tang Yuran's mom wanted to speak, but her mouth was covered by Tang Yuran, and she couldn't say a word.
