Wen Yun had been waiting anxiously at home and finally heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the two of them return. "Why did you two take so long? I was worried sick and was about to go out looking for you."
Tong Yao squinted her eyes, grinning as she pushed Wen Yun to the kitchen, "Mom, don't worry. Dad and I were watching a play at Uncle's place, that's why we came back late. Let's talk while we cook. I'm starving."
Now that this matter was settled, Tong Yaohui was also in somewhat good spirits. At least he could celebrate the Spring Festival with peace of mind.
Seeing that the father and daughter were in good spirits, Wen Yun guessed that the issue must have been resolved and laughed as she inquired, "What would you like to eat? I'll cook it for you."
Tong Yao playfully responded, "Dad brought home some pork ribs. Let's have pork rib and yam soup, and stir-fried meat with chili! And fry a couple of greens."
