"Aren't you going to help mom with the plates?"
"Coming!"
She took out a plate and put it aside, Ji Qingqiu carefully poured the food in, and Chu Nanxi carried the plate to the dining table.
"The first hot dish, braised prawns!"
Listening to the girl's cute, childlike tone, Ji Qingqiu's lips curled, and she raised her right hand to gently dab her eyes with her apron.
Looking up, she gazed out the window at the hydrangeas Chu Wenxuan had painstakingly planted for mother and daughter, the woman sniffled and smiled again.
"Xixi, come, see what mom is cooking for the second dish!"
"Coming, let me guess, it must be fish-flavored eggplant this time."
"Smart!"
The laughter of mother and daughter spread into the living room.
On the sofa, the old and the young playing chess looked at each other and smiled simultaneously.
