"No, Uncle Wei has..."
Before Su Li could finish, Wei Chengfeng interjected, "Your mom's cooking is so delicious, Uncle Wei will of course come."
Su Li felt a lump of air trapped in her chest, causing a slight ache at the tip of her heart.
However, at this point, Su Li felt it inappropriate to say more—it was not right to argue about these things in front of the children.
Moreover, she was truly tired these days, tired of arguing with him, tired of both the fighting.
Fighting back and forth, it seemed that there was no real progress. If so, the best course was to avoid arguments as much as possible, just letting it be.
Upon entering the house, Su Li ignored the kids and went straight into her room, locked the door, changed into home clothes, and then headed to the kitchen.
Indeed, Su Li had bought quite a few ingredients in the afternoon and had also made soup, which was of course for Luo Chuan; it had been cooked for a while and just needed to be reheated on low heat now.
