It was the night before Lunar New Year's Day.
The family sat around the dining table, enjoying their New Year's Eve dinner.
A tableful of delicious dishes had been laid out early. There were not only Lu Zhou's favorite braised pork trotters, but also plump, delicious bream, crisp outside and tender inside, along with steaming pork-and-chive dumplings.
Especially those dumplings.
Eating dumplings his mother had made herself moved Lu Zhou to tears.
They were probably the most delicious food he had eaten in the past year...
Seeing that Lu Zhou had already polished off two plates, Old Lu, who was sipping liquor and picking up slices of braised beef, could not help speaking up.
"Eat a little less. Don't stuff yourself sick."
Still chewing, Lu Zhou answered without looking up.
"I only get this once a year. Let me eat a little more."
"What do you mean, once a year? If you want it, I'll cook for you for a few more days." Fang Mei watched her son eating with an affectionate gaze, then glared at Old Lu. "Our son's hungry and wants to eat. What business is it of yours?"
Old Lu protested, "I'm just worried he'll stuff himself sick."
"Stuff himself sick? I think he's even thinner than last year. He must have worn himself out this year! If you have time to worry about other people, go wash the dishes."
Watching his parents bicker, Lu Zhou hurriedly paused his eating to say, "No need, no need. Just leave the dishes in the kitchen. We have... an automatic dishwasher."
The phone in his pocket vibrated.
Lu Zhou did not even need to guess. Xiao Ai was definitely protesting again.
But he had no time to worry about that now. Eating came first.
Watching her brother wolf down his