After Ye Chen descended the stairs, the living room was deserted, except for Ye Tianyun, who was seated on the sofa watching television.
At that moment, a series of noises came from the kitchen, and Ye Chen went over to take a look.
It was Su Xiyue and his mother, Luo Shihua, busily preparing dinner in the kitchen.
Seeing Ye Chen walk over, Su Xiyue's pretty face flushed red, her eyes darted away, and she quickly turned her back.
A hint of amusement flickered in Ye Chen's eyes. He hadn't expected Su Xiyue, who never cooked, to be making dinner with Luo Shihua today. It was as if the sun had risen in the west.
"You and your father finished talking so soon?"
Luo Shihua glanced at Ye Chen and said with a smile.
"Mhm," Ye Chen nodded.
"If there's nothing else, go sit in the living room. Dinner will be ready soon."
Luo Shihua said with a smile while stirring the vegetables in the pan.
"Today, I really owe it to Xiyue. It's been a long time since I've tasted Mom's cooking."
