"What do you want me to film? Another one of your cooking sessions?" asked Qi Fang, recalling what had happened back during the period of moving.
…Forget about that already, Mom... Lou Cheng grinned. "Just a candid video."
"Hurry up then, I still need to get the groceries. You should have called yesterday, then I wouldn't be in such a hurry!" grumbled Qi Fang incessantly.
Her face is written with visible disdain… thought Lou Cheng in amusement as he got up, walked, and stood under the suspending calendar. He then opened the camera and switched it to the recording interface.
Taking the phone, Qi Fang asked uncertainly, "So I just have to press here?"
"Yes, then let it record for 20 to 30 seconds before pressing it again," emphasized Lou Cheng. "Please start when I tell you to do so."
"Okay, okay. So naggy," Qi Fang took two steps back and adjusted the screen to position her son in the center.
