Upon hearing Lin Xi's words, Zhong Hailan didn't find anything amiss. Instead, she comforted her, "It's alright. Once it's cooked, eat it if you like it. If you don't, there's no need to force yourself. Just treat this place as your own home; you don't have to go out of your way to suit our tastes."
"Okay, thank you, Auntie."
Zhong Hailan gave her a mock-reproachful look. "Why are you still thanking me?"
After finishing the last bite of his cucumber, Xue Yang sidled up to his mother and whined playfully, "Mom, I don't want to eat the egg yolk tomorrow morning."
He had disliked egg yolks since he was a child, but to avoid waste, Mrs. Zhong always found a way to make him finish them. He would suggest they skip boiling eggs altogether, but Mrs. Zhong insisted that they were nutritious and he had to eat them. Besides, knowing his mother, he was sure there would be hard-boiled eggs for breakfast tomorrow.
