The food was delicious, and the setting elegant. Huang Xiaojue never skimped when treating his parents to a meal.
His mother was extremely pleased. She had gradually grown accustomed to these high-end dining establishments.
After a few rounds of drinks, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in."
A waiter stood at the entrance of the private room. Behind him was Zhou Ting, her face lit with a smile. "Hi, Auntie Huang, you're all having dinner here too? What a coincidence."
His mother immediately stood up, grinning from ear to ear. "Quickly, come in, Zhou Ting! Waiter, bring another set of bowl and chopsticks."
"Auntie, I've already eaten."
"Don't be polite. Have a bit more soup; it's excellent. It was just served, and we haven't even started on it yet..."
His mother allowed no refusal. Without waiting for the waiter, she quickly served Zhou Ting some soup herself, pulled out a chair, and bustled attentively. "Have a little; it tastes great," she urged.
"Thank you, Auntie."
