Tong Yaohui chuckled, "I won't argue with you on that, you indeed looked very good when you were young, I fell for you at first sight."
Wen Yun, who was still reeling from her anger previously, no longer looked upset. "At least you acknowledge it now. Back in younger days, I never saw you speak so sweetly."
Observing the cheerfulness in her parents, Tong Yao sniggered, "Mom, Dad, I've finished eating. Let's get a move on."
"You both head first, I will change into something more festive," Wen Yun retreated to the room to swap her clothes.
With his wife inside, Tong Yaohui leaned over to Tong Yao to whisper, "Your Mom, as she gets older, seems to enjoy flattery even more."
"Dad, we all know you can sooth Mom by just speaking a few nice words to her, right?" Tong Yao suggested while giggling.
Tong Yaohui shook his head, "We are old now, it doesn't seem reasonable for us to say these things in front of the younger generation."