Qinghe hadn't expected Lin Yong's mother to have such culinary skills; her cooking was on par with a five-star hotel's chef.
"Mom, what delicious food have you made again? I could smell the aroma from the door." Lin Yong's voice arrived before he even entered.
"You never act proper. All your classmates are still here," the woman said with loving laughter upon seeing her son.
Nalan Xue repeatedly waved her hands, indicating she didn't mind, "It's fine, Auntie Lin; we're not outsiders. Lin Yong is still our Douya's boyfriend, so we're all family." Her eyes were fixed on the dishes in front of her—not outsiders, but insiders, which meant she could probably enjoy Auntie Lin's cooking often, right?
Seeing her round-eyed, sniffing the air with her little nose twitching, everyone immediately knew what she was up to and gave her a speechless glare. This girl couldn't take a compliment; no sooner had she claimed to be shy than she revealed her true colors.
