Thinking back, what slightly surprised him was that when he first saw her at the window, she seemed neither flushed nor out of breath, carrying a heavy suitcase up to the third floor as if it was effortless for her.
Did he misjudge her?
"Baobao, haven't you eaten?" Seeing her younger son not responding, Mrs. Yao walked over in surprise and pushed her son.
Yao Zibao said, "Busy with business matters, so I didn't have time to eat."
"You could have eaten something on the way. I said I wouldn't be home to cook, so you came to your big brother's house to mooch a meal." Mrs. Yao held her head, unable to say anything about her son's persistence in relying on her to cook.
"No, mom, I—I came to see my sister-in-law."
At that moment, Mr. Yao heard the commotion from the room and came out, answering his brother's words, "Didn't I say on the phone that you don't need to come? You even agreed."
