He Mingzhu and Lu Chen were sitting together. Hearing Lu Chen's sigh, she chimed in, "Otherwise, why say home is a warm haven? Look at you, just getting back, and there's already food and drink waiting. Your uncle and aunt really have it tough."
Lu Qingqing was innately perceptive; she tasted the undertone in their conversation and somehow felt that something was amiss.
However, she did not interject.
Lu's mother glanced at He Mingzhu, then at Lu Chen, hid the deep thought in her eyes, extended her hand, and placed a piece of beef on the plate in front of Lu Chen with a smile, "A mother's worry travels a thousand miles. You're studying in Mingzhu City, and your father and I always worry you can't get hometown dishes. It's not easy for you to come back home, so eat well. Tomorrow your father and I will make something else for you, all your favorites."
