Luo Yifan had been in the kitchen for almost half an hour now, and surprisingly, it was very quiet with no sounds of any dispute coming from inside.
Zhu Qianying wondered, could it be because I'm here?
Or maybe, my mother is too busy and can't be bothered to respond to Luo Yifan's complaints and suggestions?
The gossip in Zhu Qianying's mind was burning. She was considering sneaking in to have a look when the kitchen's glass door was pushed open, and Luo Yifan came out carrying a tray.
Zhu Qianying only had to slightly lift her toes to see that on the tray, there was only a bowl of noodles.
Zhu Qianying asked, with a gossipy and gloating tone, "Uncle Luo, is this your lunch?"
Usually, Luo Yifan's lunch was quite extravagant.
"Yeah, and I cooked it myself. Your mom said she refuses to serve me!"
Zhu Qianying could not help but burst into laughter.
So, even mom has a temper!
It's just that, in the past, this temper wasn't directed at the right person!
