Qian handed the phone to Yu Minglang as quick as a flash and then dashed off to apply a face mask.
What is a husband for?
Professional scapegoat!
Yu Minglang smiled and answered the phone.
"Mom, it's me."
"Oh! Minglang, you're off work! Are you tired? Have you eaten yet? Is that lazy girl Qian'er not cooking again?" When it comes to her daughter and son-in-law, Qian's mom treats them with two completely different attitudes. She asked Yu Minglang very kindly.
"I haven't eaten yet. I'm going to cook noodles for Qian'er in a bit."
"Oh dear, this child still doesn't know better, how can she make you cook - for the noodles, put some shrimp in, otherwise there's no nutrition!"
"Sure, sure! You're right, Mom. There are still some frozen shrimp in the fridge that you brought last time. I'll put a few more in. Qian'er worked hard today, busy with the competition, so I thought we'd have a comforting noodle meal together. We celebrated outside at noon, with my mom and brother there."
