"It's not just your fault alone," Lu Beiyuan said. "Anyway, take it slow, we have a long way to go in the future."
After a lot of persuasion, they finally convinced Qiao Muye to come out of the kitchen and give up his idea of preparing a complete Manchu-Han Imperial Feast.
Lu Beiyuan had never experienced the warmth and love of his parents since childhood.
When he was a child and went to school, he interacted with his peers.
Many children in his class would mention their parents, intentionally or unintentionally.
"My dad is a policeman, so impressive!"
"My mom can make little cookies, they're really delicious!"
"My dad swims really fast!"
"My mom taught me how to dance!"
The children were innocent, but their words made Lu Beiyuan both surprised and envious.
He was surprised that other people's parents were like that.
He was envious because his own parents had never cared for him.
