Ye Anxin was very fast, her hands and feet even more nimble than Mother Ye's. Plus, Mother Ye had already washed and cut the vegetables, so all that was left was to cook them! In less than an hour, a table full of fragrant dishes was ready.
Ye Anxin carried the finished dishes to the dining table outside while shouting, "Mom, could you call Dad to see when he's coming home?"
"Okay!" Mother Ye responded, but just as she took out her phone, she heard the sound of a key turning in the door.
Ling Yueyue exchanged a glance with Mother Ye and said with a smile, "It must be Uncle who's back!"
Mother Ye nodded and put her phone away.
The door of the rental apartment opened, and before Father Ye even made a sound, he could be heard saying ingratiatingly, "Mr. Huo, please come in. My home is small; please don't mind!"
Sitting on the sofa, Ling Yueyue was stunned when she heard Father Ye's address, and the smile on her lips gradually froze.
