Gu Huanhuan wiped away her tears, then handed the warm sunlight over to the nanny and began preparing dinner.
Mrs. Wen sat in the living room, her face somewhat somber, feeling that Gu Huanhuan was brushing her off and giving her a cold shoulder.
Gu Huanhuan made four dishes and a soup, which were no longer a challenge for her and tasted quite good.
Just as she was about to serve the dishes, Wen Chi returned home.
Seeing his mother, Wen Chi was startled. She had come without any warning or greeting.
Then he saw his wife, who was setting the table.
He first greeted his mother, "Mom, you're here?"
"What? Can't I come over?" Mrs. Wen's tone was a bit sharp.
Wen Chi was taken aback. What was up with this ancestor this time?
"Welcome, welcome. Why didn't you let me pick you up?" Wen Chi went over and sat down beside her.
"I can come on my own, but I guess I'm being unwelcome now." Mrs. Wen said this while unconsciously glancing toward the kitchen.