"Sister, do you miss me?" Biyao sat in front of the computer, giggling.
Before Mengyao could reply, she continued, "Sister, look, I've lost weight again. With no one cooking at home, everything tastes bland. It's so frustrating."
Biyao started venting her displeasure, looking quite unsatisfied.
"I don't see you losing weight; you look the same as before." Mengyao seriously said, "When you have free time, go visit Mom and Dad, there's always something ready to eat there. Don't complain about food and drink from afar in a video call. Can you actually starve without me?"
"Sister, I'm really starving. Han Bihong and them aren't picky about food and drink, but I am. I still miss the taste of the dishes you and brother-in-law make," Biyao muttered. "I'm so busy right now, how can I have time to see Mom and Dad? The new film's production is almost done, and there's so much work to do. Besides, the company just started, always busy."
