"Do you like it?" Qingran tilted her head to the side and asked.
Zhaolin nodded as he still had food in his mouth.
"Is it good?"
He nodded again.
"Are you enjoying it?"
This time as he was about to nod, a voice asked from the door. "How do you expect him to, when you keep questioning him?"
"Mom!" Qingran ran to hug Xueyan. "You're early, did you fly?"
A chuckle escaped Zhaolin's throat.
"Yes, I did. I knew you wouldn't let him be."
"You were worried then." Qingran stated then turned to Zhaolin. "She was worried about you."
"Ran'er?" Xueyan called. "Be quiet,"
"No more talking," Qingran covered her mouth and went to look out the window.
"She's so obedient," Zhaolin complimented.
"Uhmm," Xueyan looked in between Zhaolin and her little girl. "I'm not so sure. Well, at times she is. Not always, though."
"It's delicious," he pointed at the food. "I'll love to eat it forever."