"Xiao Yang, you like beef brisket, right? We still have some at home, so stay for lunch," Zhang Hualian warmly invited.
Lian Qingyang nodded and said, "Thank you, Aunt Tang. You're so nice, you even remember what I like to eat."
"You're Xiao Yue's younger brother, so you're the same as Xiao Jun," Zhang Hualian smiled, wanting to tell him the truth but decided against it.
The paternity test results aren't out yet, so saying anything now wouldn't do any good.
On their way home, Zhang Hualian was in a good mood. As soon as they entered, she asked Lian Qingyang to stay with Tang Yue in the living room while she went into the kitchen to cook something delicious.
Tang Yue could vaguely hear Zhang Hualian humming tunes, all songs from the sixties and seventies.
"Xiao Yang, come over more often. My mom is always happy to see you."
Tang Yue teased, looking at the huge watermelon in his hand, "You bought such a big one, if we can't finish it, it'll go to waste."
