Mother Wei took the stir-fry spatula from Hongyan's hand. "Yunyi, come in and sit with Hongyan. It's perfect timing; you can have dinner at our house tonight."
Every household was tightening their belts these days, so how could Yunyi really stay? "Auntie Wei," Yunyi said, "I have something to tell you and Hongyan."
Seeing the expression on Yunyi's face, Mother Wei knew it was something serious. If it hadn't been for Old Master Chu back then, her husband's leg might not have been saved. Their family had always remembered this debt of gratitude.
She just assumed Yunyi needed their help with something. So, she didn't delay any further, handing the spatula to her younger son. "Hong Guo, stir-fry it a few more times and then serve the dish."
Then, she pulled Yunyi into the house. "What is it? Tell me."
