At 11 o'clock, Wang Fang started pushing Jiang Yitong to leave.
"Is Lin Baici coming back for lunch?"
To lighten her mom's load, Jiang Yitong worked hard cleaning all morning.
"He shouldn't be coming back!"
Lin Baici had mentioned that if he were coming home, he'd call ahead to let them know to prepare food, but he might forget.
"Then why are you rushing me to leave?"
Jiang Yitong couldn't understand: "Lin Baici is so stingy he won't even let the maid's relatives have a meal?"
"That's not the case!"
Wang Fang quickly clarified: "Mr. Lin is quite generous; he'll let me sit at the table no matter what meal it is!"
"See, so I'll leave after lunch!"
Jiang Yitong was still thinking about that pot of chicken soup: "I've worked all morning, I'm so tired!"
"..."
Wang Fang hesitated; she felt sorry for her daughter but also thought it wasn't appropriate to let her stay for a meal, even a simple one.
