Shen Jianhua nodded, knowing Zhou Lanfang wasn't one to spend money lavishly or without control, which is why he generally didn't intervene in her spending habits.
"Siyu, do you want to go back with your aunt?"
"I..." Zhou Siyu poked her bowl with her chopsticks, expressing her reluctance to return. The house had only two rooms, where several kids had to squeeze onto one large bed to sleep, a truly unbearable experience.
Once home, her mother would demand her to do this chore and that, and scold her if she didn't do them well.
But since Shen Jianhua had asked, she was worried that saying she wouldn't go back might make him think she was heartless, especially since it was nearly New Year and she wasn't considering seeing her parents.
So she deliberately made an excuse, "If I go back, who will cook for you all?"
Cook?
Shen Mianmian's lips curled into a cold sneer. In her past life, until her death, Zhou Siyu never once cooked a meal, and now she's talking about cooking for them.
