Busy all morning, a table full of delicious dishes was served.
Tomato and scrambled eggs, sweet and sour carp, Mapo tofu, braised eggplant, plus cucumber salad and spinach vermicelli—all were An Hao's handiwork.
The dishes were very homely, but they tasted exceptionally good.
Qin Feng didn't wait for the elders to start with the chopsticks, but took a few bites from each dish herself first.
Li Junping saw her daughter's bad habits and, irritated, picked up her chopsticks and whacked her on the back of the hand.
"Ow!" Qin Feng screamed, holding her reddened hand and shouting, "Mom, am I really your own child? Everyone says my brother doesn't look like us and must've been picked up somewhere, but I think the picked-up child is me!"
