"That's the thing," Tang Yue cheerfully suggested, "I can go to uncle's house, prepare the meal and then deliver it to his shop, which would be perfect."
"There's no need to go to his house; can't you just do it at our own home?" Zhang Hualian remarked.
With an embarrassed smile, Tang Yue said, "Mom, uncle needs nutritious food to heal, and it's more convenient to cook at his place. We need to make breakfast at home early in the morning anyway."
"You're right, the soup has to be simmered on low heat. A quick boil on high heat just doesn't produce the same deliciousness and nutritional value," Zhang Hualian found herself in agreement with Tang Yue's point of view.
Tang Zhengde looked at Tang Yue skeptically and asked, "Xiao Yue, are you hiding something from us?"
