The next morning.
Lin Jiang was woken by a clattering from the kitchen.
Many people had cooked for him in the morning before, but only Li Xiaoping dared to make such a racket in the kitchen. The authority that came from being his mother was no joke.
"Mom, I was right in the middle of a dream. You were clattering around in the kitchen and woke me right up."
"It's already past nine. Other big bosses are so diligent. How are you getting lazier and lazier?"
"My dear mother came to see me, so I was a little too excited and couldn't get to sleep until the middle of the night."
"You've just got a silver tongue."
"Are you saying my face isn't better looking than Fei Xiang's?"
"Oh, get out of here. Ten of you wouldn't be a match for him."
"I see. Teacher Fei's status in the hearts of middle-aged women is truly unshakable."
As they spoke, Li Xiaoping brought breakfast to the table. The mother and son sat down to eat and chat.
