Seeing Lin Shuo enter, Madam Hou's eyes suddenly lit up with joy. She warmly approached and grabbed Lin Shuo's hand, "Ah Shuo, you're back?"
"Have you eaten?"
She instructed the maid, "Quick, have the kitchen make the sesame oil fried chicken and braised mandarin fish that Ah Shuo likes."
Lin Shuo slowly withdrew his hand and after a moment, gently called, "Mother, I've already eaten."
Madam Hou widened her eyes, "You just finished school, how have you already eaten? Where did you eat?"
Lin Shuo looked into Madam Hou's eyes, "Mother, I am already twenty years old, I haven't been in school for years."
Madam Hou slightly parted her lips, "Ah? How come I don't remember?"
"No, wait, you're not Ah Shuo, Ah Shuo is only seven, who are you? How are you in my room?"
Hearing her incoherent words, Lin Shuo knew he couldn't continue the conversation.
He asked the maid, "Is the medicine ready?"
The maid replied, "Yes, it's being kept warm on the stove."
