He looked at the Zhou Family with his smiling eyes and said, "This porridge is still hot!"
The Mother brought the porridge to the Zhou Family. The Zhou Family touched it with her hand, and indeed, it was still hot.
She stirred the porridge, took a sip, and said gracefully, "It tastes very good, thank you, Cheng—thank you!"
She initially wanted to call him affectionately Chengze, but remembering the current awkward relationship, she changed her wording in order not to upset her son.
Ouyang Chengze stared at her for a long time before suddenly asking, "Is there nothing else you want to say?"
The Zhou Family was a bit bewildered.
She thought for a moment and said, "It's particularly delicious and suits my taste! It's a simple gift, but your feelings matter more. I really thank you!"
Just as she finished speaking, her daughter said in confusion, "Mother, don't you dislike silver ear lotus seed soup? You never eat it when the kitchen makes it!"
