It was past six o'clock in the afternoon, nearly seven, and Junior Xie hadn't called back. Lau Jingyun and He Xiangyu exchanged glances and sighed inwardly: Junior Xie Wanying was probably too busy to come back to Teacher Lu's house for dinner.
Sitting across from them, Teacher Lu sighed directly, having long had a premonition that her new favorite would be quite a busy person. Now that it's true, the inability to come and eat makes her miss her terribly.
With the last dish served on the table, tonight's chef Zhang Huayao completed his task and invited everyone to start the meal, saying, "No need to wait, let's eat."
Teacher Lu asked her son, "Did you save any food for Yingying?"
They subsequently learned that Student Xie likes fried rice.
"I've saved two full bowls of fried rice for her, keeping them warm in the rice cooker," Zhang Huayao replied to his mother.
"Is the fried rice you saved for her any good? Let me try a bit just to make sure," Teacher Lu said with concern.
