Zhao Ruolan walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, and said, "What are you and your father doing standing at the door like door gods? Come in and help me already."
"You just kicked me out of the kitchen!" Cheng Cunzheng said, dissatisfied.
Cheng Weiyue took his hand and said, "Dad, let's go in and help Mom cook."
Cheng Cunzheng's eyes crinkled with a smile: "Alright, alright, we'll do as you say."
Lunch was simple but also warm.
Cheng Cunzheng asked Cheng Weiyue about things abroad, and Weiyue answered every question, with the father and daughter talking throughout the meal.
It wasn't until a clear voice came from outside: "Uncle, Auntie, I'm here!"
"Oh, it's Jinran coming over." Zhao Ruolan recognized his voice instantly and put down her chopsticks to greet him.
Jiang Jinran brought several bags of tonics today, tall in stature; even the boxes that looked cumbersome seemed easy for him to carry.