Lin Feng faintly remembered Jiang Xiuyun calling once to say Tang Rou had visited their home looking for him. Could the two women have met then? But even if they had, surely they couldn't have become so close that Tang Rou would be cooking at his place, right? Could the two of them really have hit it off that well?
Seeing Lin Feng's curious gaze, Tang Rou gave a shy smile, revealing her cute dimples. She said, somewhat coyly, "It's a bit of a long story... Let Aunt Jiang tell you... Lin Feng, Aunt Jiang was sick a few days ago. Haven't you gone to see her?"
"Where is she?"
"In her bedroom. Go visit her; she was asking about you this morning," Tang Rou said. "Have a chat with her. When I finish stir-frying the last dish, we can have lunch."
Lin Feng rushed into the bedroom, pushed open the door, and saw his Mom indeed lying on the bed. However, she didn't look sick as he'd imagined. Instead, she had earbuds in, seemingly enjoying music with her eyes closed, looking quite content.
