After the excitement died down, everyone finally settled back into their seats.
Yunyi's photo had at last made its way back into Huo Jingrui's hands.
When she saw her son carefully tuck the photo back into his jacket pocket, Jiang Jingya said, "Tomorrow morning, I'll personally go to the market to buy groceries and have Auntie Zhang prepare a few of her signature dishes."
Then she added gloomily, "Ah, it's a pity I have no talent for cooking. Otherwise, I would definitely make a few dishes myself to entertain."
She had just finished speaking when several voices spoke up in unison, "Mom, you really dare to say that! When it comes to cooking, you don't just lack talent—it's downright disastrous."
"Mom, what did you say? Is Yunyi coming over to our house?"
"Mom, Yunyi is in Beijing?"
Upon hearing their questions, Jiang Jingya first retorted to her daughter, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
