"I think you've mistaken, I don't have a daughter-in-law."
"You're so funny!" Before Qin Chu could answer, Huo Mian walked into their house without a speck of nervousness.
Qin Chu walked in after her and placed the presents by the door.
"Mom, Mian bought these."
"Take it back, I don't want them," Mrs. Qin said angrily.
When her son called this morning to tell her that he was coming home for dinner, she was so excited that she and the housekeeper made 16 of her son's favorite dishes.
However, he also brought back the plague, talk about feeling distressed.
"Where's Dad?"
"Reading."
"Mom, is dinner ready?" Qin Chu asked.
"It is, but… we've only made enough for 3. I didn't think you were bringing someone home," Mrs. Qin emphasized.
Huo Mian smiled, and intimately put her arm around Qin Chu's. "That's okay, my husband won't mind eating less. I'll just eat his portion."