Knowing that she was probably shy, Qin Muchuan stopped beating around the bush with Nan Sichen and immediately switched his topic, asking, "Yinyin, why did you suddenly want to come here?"
Qin Yin looked perplexed. Wasn't she supposed to meet her uncle?
However, before she could say anything, Qin Muchuan continued, "Come on, let's find a seat first. The crystal pork hocks here are famous. It was Xingyuan's…"
He cleared his throat before continuing, "Your mother's favorite dish."
Qin Yin bit her lip and followed Qin Muchuan inside.
Qin Muchuan chose a window seat, grinning as he said, "Your mother used to love sitting here. It's surprising that after all these years, the Pinghai Residence hasn't changed at all. They've at least left some nostalgia for those of us who are getting on in years."
Qin Yin stared at Qin Muchuan for a while before finding the words, asking tentatively, "Did Uncle meet my mother a long time ago?"
