With Dad gone, there was nothing but gourmet food that could comfort her soul.
"Dad thought of that."
"Ah? You even thought of that?"
"Of course, I am your dad, after all. I obviously know you don't want to join your mom in eating diet meals," Zong Ji said.
"And you're the only one who would believe Mom is constantly on a diet meal plan?!"
"From that tone, has Ayi been wronged?"
"Mm-hmm, Dad, wait for me to come upstairs and tell you."
Zong Yi found a new spot and complained seriously, "Dad, when you left, you said you'd make extra food for Mom and me, and then Mom claimed she'd only eat diet meals. After you were gone, Mom would just gorge on the delicious food you made for me. If I didn't put extra effort into eating more every day, Mom could have eaten more than half of what you made."
"Is your mom that outrageous?"
"Yeah, I haven't been able to eat the meals at home for days."
"Haven't you been picking up meals at the studio on the first floor?"
