Dear Mother

"They are too hospitable to even postpone it for one day. My mouth is drooling at the thought of the food you make," Lou Cheng blurted out as he flattered her.

Qi Fang smiled, proud of herself. "Is that so? I've bought all of the ingredients. Don't say it now, wait until you come home and then you can say it again. Wait for your father, and both of you can come back."

"Okay, okay." Lou Cheng hung up the phone and turned his head to look at his wife, no, his leader, and laughed. "My mom."

"How coincidental, me too!" Yan Zheke bent her eyebrows as she shook her phone. "Empress Dowager is standing over there in front of the plaza."

Thoughts swirled in Lou Cheng's head, and he snickered. "There's no need for me to avoid them now. Now I can take you directly to them. Ke, what do you think, should I change it and call them 'Mom and Dad?'"