"I don't know what you like to eat, so I asked the kitchen to prepare a variety of dishes," Lin Shuhuan said to Tang Yu.
"I'm not picky. Thank you," Tang Yu replied.
"Three months pregnant, right? I couldn't tell you were showing when you came in. Aren't you too thin? You need to eat more," Lin Shuhuan said.
"I've been to the hospital; the baby is healthy," Tang Yu said.
"That's good." Seeing that all the dishes were served, Lin Shuhuan said, "Let's eat!"
As they picked up their chopsticks to start, the sound of footsteps approached from outside the dining room, the steady, forceful pace did not seem like that of a servant.
Sure enough, Ye Yuli walked into the dining room and sat down in an empty seat, "Sorry, it seems I'm late."
There was no sign of apology on his face.
"It's fine, you arrived just in time." Lin Shuhuan hadn't seen her son for a long time, and a smile appeared on her previously indifferent face. "Let's eat."
