Lin Xiang raised her hand and knocked on the door.
Inside, Mrs. Lin responded in a muffled voice, "I'm already asleep."
Lin Xiang directly pushed the door open and went in.
Hearing footsteps, Mrs. Lin simply covered her head with the quilt.
Lin Xiang sat by the bed, opened a small gap in the quilt, and placed the bowl there, "I made steamed rice today, just plain white rice. And cured meat and sausage, stir-fried with garlic shoots, it's very fragrant. If you don't get up to eat soon, it won't taste good cold."
"I'm not eating!" Mrs. Lin pulled the quilt tightly, closing the gap completely.
Lin Xiang knew Mrs. Lin was really angry this time, so she could only put the bowl down, squatting beside the bed, and apologizing with a sincere tone, "Mom, I know I was wrong. You can be angry, but please don't take it out on the rice and meat."
