Lu Yinxing said, "How is that possible? I eat with my brother, three big bowls every day. It's just that the coursework has been too heavy lately, I'm a bit tired."
Xia Yangyang said, "Your school is really something, the schedule is so tight, they don't give people a break. You don't have to be so stubborn, just do your best, your health is more important."
Lu Yinxing laughed and said, "Mom, are you cooking yourself today?"
Xia Yangyang wiped the flour on her apron, a slight blush appeared on her face, "Your mother doesn't have that kind of skill, I'm just helping your dad."
Lu Yinxing let out a breath, feeling secretly relieved that it wasn't Mom cooking herself.
There was a time when Mom's maternal love overflowed and she cooked herself; the result was a disaster scene.
But Dad heartlessly forced them to eat all the food.
In the end, he praised Mom shamelessly, saying her culinary skills had improved rapidly.
