For once in her life, Wang Hua had two bowls of rice. Normally she would opt for one bowl of rice, but tonight she asked for extra. Only when she had finished her meal, she stopped teasing her daughter, altogether lost in her own thoughts.
Staring at the empty plates on the table, Zhao Jiayi became silent. At first, he wanted to light up a cigarette, but his wife and daughter were there, he held back that gesture.
The scrumptious meal ended with Zhao Jiayi and his wife pondering over the same question. When did their daughter master such amazing culinary skills? They truly did not expect this coming from Zhao Youyue. At the same time, they also felt a slight pang of guilty conscience. One of which was if they had not spend enough time with their daughter, by simply giving her pocket money but not attention nor affectionate care.
