Hearing those two words leave Yan Yi's lips, Shen Ting felt a little warm all over for some reason. His mother had called him that so many times, and he had never thought anything of it. Why did it suddenly bother him a little today?
"That's our Shen Ting's nickname. Everyone in the family has called him that since he was little, but as he grew up, he stopped letting us use it. Except me." His mother looked a little proud.
"The name suits him." Yan Yi chuckled.
"All right, Mommy, we should head home." Shen Ting could not listen any longer and hurriedly interrupted their conversation.
"Oh, there's no rush. Little Yan, would you like to come over? I'll cook you both something delicious tonight." His mother looked at Yan Yi warmly.
"Then I'd be happy to accept. Thank you, Auntie. I was just worrying about what to do for dinner tonight. My parents went on vacation without even telling me." Yan Yi put on a troubled expression.
Far away overseas, Yan Yi's parents could not help sneezing as they skied.
"What's going on? Honey, do you think someone's talking about us? Could it be our son?" Yan Yi's mother looked full of speculation.
"What would that brat be talking about us for? It's not the first time we've left him at home. Besides, there's a housekeeper and a chef. He's a grown man with plenty to eat and wear. It's not like he could get lost." Yan Yi's father put an arm around his wife and tidied her hair.
"That's true. Maybe I'm overthinking it."
By now, Yan Yi had perfected that aggrieved expression.
It immediately stirred Shen Ting's mother's sympathy. "It's all right, Little Yan. If you really have nowhere to eat, just come here. It's