Before Lu Lingxiao could consent, Lu Youheng had already taken off his little coat and climbed onto the couch without waiting for an invitation, settling down to wait.
Lu Lingxiao naturally walked in and said indifferently, "Excuse me."
Ye Xi nodded, without noticing any oddity between the father and son, and turned to go to the kitchen.
The moment Ye Xi left, Lu Youheng flashed a mischievous smile at his dad, the two showing a silent understanding.
It wasn't long before the scent of noodles wafted from the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Lu Youheng had leaned back on the couch, turning on the TV to watch Peppa Pig.
In his hand were the candied tangerines Ye Xi had given him, eating them one after another, his little hands stained yellow.
Soon, Ye Xi brought out three simple bowls of noodles and two dishes of salad she mixed herself, all delicately arranged and pleasing to the eye.
Ye Xi reminded, "The noodles are ready, go and wash your hands."
