Manman was almost struck down by the bolt from the blue.
The small bowl in Madam Lu's hand fell onto the table, spinning around, and was quickly caught by Lu Heyan.
Everyone turned to look at Madam Lu.
Madam Lu's heart raced, and this did not include the gaze of her eldest son who had his head lowered.
Jun Ye savored the smooth egg dish without fermented tofu, as if he could taste a variety of thoughts within it.
Even his mother was taking his sister's side; was he being too excessive?
But the thought merely flickered in the depths of his dark eyes and was immediately covered by an unwavering chill.
If Madam Yao had noticed any hint, she suggested with interest to Madam Lu, "Since everyone is free tomorrow, let's all go together."
Then it struck her that she had never visited her daughter's restaurant either, which presented an opportunity.
Once Madam Lu's meticulous mind was at ease, a serene smile appeared on her face, "Sure."
