The doorbell rang suddenly – the situation had arrived!
Xiao Wenjun straightened his back, quickly grabbed a newspaper, and turned to signal his daughter to open the door, only to find the person sitting next to him had already rushed to the entrance.
“Stone, you’re here?” As soon as she opened the door and her eyes fell on his handsome, charming smile, Xiao Yao’s heart began to race again.
Today, he was wearing a light blue knitted short-sleeved shirt, topped with a dark blue hunting jacket and off-white linen pants. That naturally flowing elegant demeanor made her heart flutter.
“Yao, who is it?”
The voice from behind made Xiao Yao suddenly come to her senses. “Dad, it’s Stone. He’s here.”
Nonsense collection, father-daughter collaboration edition. Their tacit understanding was beyond words.
“Uncle, sorry to disturb you.” Lui Qing elegantly bowed slightly.
Hastily putting down the newspaper, Xiao’s father cleared his throat. “Not at all, don’t be too formal. We’ve always welcomed Yao’s friends.”
What followed were the inevitable formalities of greeting and small talk.
Watching her father welcome Stone, Xiao Yao turned her head and discovered another nerve-wracking scene.
Was the lady standing with a pot in one hand and a spatula in the other, frozen in place, really her own mother?
“Mom, mom… Mom!” Xiao Yao called out loudly to wake her mother.
“Uh… are you really that Stone from before?” Her mother just stared at the visitor, seemingly still suspicious.
Lui Qing stood up, smiling openly, “Hello, Aunt. I am indeed Stone.”
“But… if you hadn’t said anything, I really wouldn’t have recognized you!” Ji Juan was still muttering.
Lui Qing smiled, “After such a long time, it’s no wonder Aunt doesn’t recognize me. But Aunt seems unchanged, still as young and beautiful.”
“Really? Heh… that’s not true. I’m getting old. Sit down, I’ll go check on the soup in the kitchen. Dinner will be ready soon.
Hearing her mother’s giggles, Xiao Yao closed her eyes and sighed; the first thing she did when opening her eyes was to consider helping her overly intoxicated mother, at least reducing the risk of her bumpy journey.
”Yao, come help me in the kitchen,” her mother suddenly turned and said to her.
