"Cheng?" Lou Cheng's mother shouted, just as she opened the door.
Lou Cheng quickly put the mouse down and walked out. He said in a surprized and delighted tone, "You guys came back so early!"
"Early? Not really. If your father hadn't been slacking off, I would be cooking already!" Lou Cheng's mother replied while changing her shoes.
Lou Cheng's father wore glasses with gold rims, had stubborn hair that refused to be straightened out, and a face that looked pale white after shaving. He smiled bitterly, "Your mother is always in a hurry. After getting up in the morning, she was anxious to come back before we even had breakfast. I said, 'What's the point? We haven't eaten breakfast, and it's not time to make lunch yet. Why the rush?' "
"Yes, you're always right!" Lou Cheng's mother shot a glare at him and said, "So you mean that I don't need to go grocery shopping? Aren't you worried about your son?"
