At that moment, when the seductive woman's purple eyes were staring in astonishment, Pan Zheng and his wife Yun Lan had already come downstairs after changing their clothes. Their youngest son, who slept on the first floor, also woke up and ran out barefoot. Upon seeing Shen Qiang and the woman in purple, he thudded back to his room, seemingly too shy to meet strangers.
Yun Lan greeted them and poured tea for Shen Qiang and the woman in purple, while Pan Zheng, having changed clothes, smiled at Shen Qiang and said, "You came too early; I suppose you haven't had breakfast yet? Why don't you join me in the kitchen? We can cook and chat at the same time."
"Men's kitchen diplomacy?" Shen Qiang laughed and said, "Sure, my cooking skills are quite excellent."
Pan Zheng laughed, "Alright, then show me what you've got."
With that, the two of them headed to the kitchen, leaving the woman in purple and Yun Lan in the living room.
