Qiu Yingrong adjusted her mood, looked at Lu Tianxing, and spoke softly like a gentle wife: "Dinner is ready, you can come down and eat now."
"Dinner time, Dad. Let me tell you, Mom's cooking is delicious. I love the sweet and sour ribs the most."
Upon hearing Qiu Yingrong's words, Lingling cheered eagerly, impatient to pull Lu Tianxing towards the outside.
The food on the table was simple: four dishes and one soup, all made up of some common home-cooked dishes, but the aroma from the dishes was mouth-watering.
"Let me taste it first."
Lu Tianxing strode towards the dining table, reaching for the bright red sweet and sour ribs on the table.
"Dad, give me a piece, let me taste it too."
Lingling followed Lu Tianxing's hand, her eyes glued to the bright red ribs, unblinking, a typical little foodie.
"Stop, neither of you can eat yet."
