Huo Shiyan was not at home, and Aunt Zhou told me she had been out since early morning.
"Madam, I've made millet porridge for you this morning -- what would you like for lunch?" Aunt Zhou asked. Even though she had many recipes, preparing Shen Qinghe's favorite dishes was the only thing that made sense.
"Aunt Zhou, don't bother preparing lunch for me, I'm returning home for a while." Shen Xinglan laughed. It had been quite a few days since she last saw her father, and she was missing him.
However, it was a working day. Would her father be busy in the company?
"Aunt Zhou, you can prepare lunch for me. Make some extra. I'll go and look for my father at his company." Shen Xinglan changed her mind. It made more sense to go look for him at his workplace rather than returning home and not finding him.
And since Aunt Zhou was so good at cooking, she could make some extra for her dad to try.
"Alright, and will you be back for dinner?" Aunt Zhou asked again.
