The twins' home.
Mrs. Chen watched her two daughters frantically getting dressed, and she scoffed, "Can't you two be a little more rational? You're just going out for a bit. Is all this necessary?"
Chen Siyu: "Mom, you don't get it."
Mrs. Chen still scoffed and instructed, "Wherever you go, you must protect yourselves!"
"Mom, don't worry, Jiang Ning isn't that kind of person," Chen Siyu assured.
Since the last time Mrs. Chen tried to give her daughters a mature lecture, and ended up being taught a lesson herself in a teacher's tone, she now almost had a shadow of doubt: "Isn't it you two I'm worried about?"
Chen Siqing blushed: "Relax, Mom, I have a sense of proportion."
Mrs. Chen took a bite of an apple and barely put her mind at ease.
Chen Siqing: "Mom, if we don't join you for lunch, you're just going to grab whatever's convenient, right?"
Just like in Chen Siyu's essays, their mom couldn't cook but could always find delicious restaurants.
