"Director Jian, during your business trip these past few days, madam has been calling the office daily to ask about you," Wang Juan said.
Jian Xi was both surprised and touched, "Mom, you could have called me directly."
"I didn't want to disturb your work!" Yu Ling smiled, opening the thermal container, revealing a layer of millet porridge on top and steaming shrimp dumplings below. "I peeled the shrimp myself for the dumplings. Have a taste. Mufeng said you like shrimp."
Ah, he cares about her all the time! Jian Xi felt warm inside, sipped a couple of spoonfuls of millet porridge, and asked, "Mom, did Mufeng call back?"
"He didn't. It was your dad who called back. Your dad's been ill recently, so all the work has fallen on Mufeng's shoulders. He told us not to worry, that they will finish this big project. They will definitely be back before the Spring Festival."
