"Hehe..."
An Yin's bell-like laughter echoed in the hall, interrupting An Ying's thoughts. Realizing her daughter was still hungry, An Ying shook her head, trying hard to shake off her worries. When she found it futile, she sighed lightly.
In less than half an hour, An Ying prepared two dishes and a soup.
Braised mountain yam, fried eggs, and stir-fried eggplant with green peppers.
When An Ying brought the dishes to the dining table, An Yin's eyes lit up. She quickly got up and sat at the table, "It smells so good!"
An Yin's drooling expression amused An Ying.
"If you're hungry, hurry and eat." An Ying had already served her daughter a bowl of rice. Watching her daughter's charming demeanor, a trace of satisfaction appeared on her face.
"Mom is the best in the world!" An Yin looked at the bowl her mom handed over, grinning from ear to ear.
"You talk too much!" An Ying glanced at her daughter, "There's no meat at home, I'll go buy some fresh meat early tomorrow."
