"Stay for dinner before you go." Bai Huimei said, "I've already arranged for the cook to prepare your favorite dishes."
"If you really don't want to stay, it's okay." She added, because the Lu Family's dinner seemed too quiet and the atmosphere wasn't good.
This afternoon was pleasant, at least she and her daughter rarely experienced such harmony.
To the extent that it made her forget, the dining table at the Lu Family was quiet, without the warm atmosphere of a family meal, which was distressing.
However, Lu Mingxue liked the harmonious look of a family, also liked dining together; as long as the family didn't have other matters or unavoidable social dinners, they had to come back for dinner.
Ah Chen sensed Bai Huimei's sadness and unease, holding her hand: "Okay, it's been a month since I last had dinner with mom."
Bai Huimei's eyes welled up with warmth, her daughter's understanding made her even more upset.
