"No, I have to go back and cook for my husband, or he'll starve to death," Mrs. Ning said with a grin, then she came out of the kitchen.
Qin Yin walked to the dining table with the last dish.
Nan Sichen was on the living room couch watching the news on TV, totally engrossed.
"Achen, I'm leaving now," Mrs. Ning called out to Nan Sichen.
"Mm," Nan Sichen nodded; Mrs. Ning left after that.
"Let's eat." Qin Yin neatly arranged the dishes and called out, but Nan Sichen remained motionless in front of the TV. Curious about what was so interesting in the news, Qin Yin went over and looked.
Nan Jingkang was on TV, commanding the flood relief.
Qin Yin pointed at the TV in surprise, "Is that your dad?"
"Mm," Nan Sichen hooked his lip, stood up, and walked to the dining table.
"Does he still need to provide frontline support?" Qin Yin asked, startled.
"He didn't need to initially, it's just that…" Nan Sichen started to laugh, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid.
