At 6:30 PM, Yan Feifan, Yan Ziruo, and Yu Suye arrived early at the private home-style restaurant.
"Is it confirmed that Xiaoyu isn't coming this weekend?"
Tian Yu, who came over every weekend without fail, was unexpectedly not coming this time, and Yan Feifan found it a little strange.
Yan Ziruo chuckled. "Mrs. Tian is having a bit of morning sickness. Xiaoyu said she's staying home to help out, and she also wants to buckle down and study so she won't disappoint you."
Yan Feifan huffed, his tone disdainful. "She's feeling the pressure, huh?"
"If the big one doesn't shape up, she'll be demoted to a second-class citizen once the little one arrives."
Yan Ziruo chuckled. "What second-class citizen? Mr. Tian has always treated Xiaoyu like the apple of his eye."
She added with a note of regret, "I was hoping Xiaoyu could help us rate Mrs. Su's cooking. Too bad she isn't coming."
