"Xiao Ru, quickly fetch some bowls. Let your mother do the house chores, okay?"
Mrs. Chen raised the ladle and waved it fiercely outside, "Do you hear this old fool? He's been like this all his life—making me do all the housework. One day if I don't cook, he'll have to drink the northwest wind. I think I should just get a divorce from your dad. Being stuck with this man, there's no good days ahead."
Seeing this, Chen Jingru stifled a laugh, turned, and took two bowls and chopsticks out of the kitchen.
Old Chen, seeing his daughter come out, chuckled joyfully.
He turned to Lin Aiguo nearby and boasted, "This kid is so filial, as soon as she arrives, she doesn't stop working..."
"Dad, have some wine." Chen Jingru opened the lunchbox and saw it contained pig head meat, and the other was full of cabbage and shredded meat, leaving her with mixed feelings—how long had it been since her son tasted it?
