"Zhang Yang?" Song Wenqin snapped out of it and looked at the figure before her.
A mother was still a mother—she recognized him in an instant. Wasn't this tall, handsome young man her son?
"I haven't been too busy lately, so I came back to take a look. Oh, and Mom, I haven't had dinner yet." Zhang Yang looked around the shop. At this hour, every seat was occupied, and the place was bustling.
"Forget it. I'll just go eat somewhere else first."
"What nonsense are you talking about? My son comes home and can't even get a bite to eat?" Song Wenqin grabbed Zhang Yang and pulled him into the kitchen.
Back where she stood, the girl watched their retreating backs, the owner's words from earlier echoing in her mind.
"This is what she called an ordinary guy?" She was suddenly speechless.
A tall and handsome guy with thin lips and a sharp nose, so handsome it was ridiculous—and he was ordinary? Then what counted as handsome? She had always thought the owner seemed a little flashy, while the owner's wife was down-to-earth.
Only today did she realize that the owner was the truly candid one. The owner's wife, on the other hand, was so modest it was practically humblebragging.
In the kitchen, Zhang Zhaohai was working at full tilt, stir-frying while wiping sweat with a towel.
"Old Zhang, hurry and see who's back."
"Who?" Zhang Zhaohai turned his head during a break in cooking. When he saw Zhang Yang, his eyes nearly popped out.
"Son!?"
"Old Zhang, hurry up and make something for Zhang Yang. My son hasn't eaten yet," Song Wenqin said with a beaming smile.
"Dad, why don't you stay busy? I can just make do with something," Zhang Yang said, shaking his head. He did