"Fried Dad's favorite dishes are eggs and spicy and sour shredded potatoes, and there's a pickled fish dish in the making."
Lan Zhongxuan immediately listed dishes that Grandpa Lan liked to eat.
"You still remember what I like to eat." Grandpa Lan was a bit surprised, given that Lan Zhongxuan hadn't been home for many years.
"You're my dad, how could I forget?"
Lan Zhongxuan smiled.
Grandpa Lan's heart softened. He had only this one son, whom he had cherished since childhood, but the obedient child he once was had changed after growing up.
"I'll get right on it." Song Lingyu gave a gentle smile, turned, and entered the kitchen. However, as she went in, a servant also walked in.
Song Lingyu didn't actually do anything herself but sat in the kitchen playing on her phone.
"Madam, the dishes are ready."
The servant softly reminded her.
Only then did Song Lingyu get up and carry the dishes out, "Zhong Xuan, Father, it's time to eat."
