Zhenyi appeared startled, her hands momentarily freezing in place. She tried to keep a calm demeanor, but the faint blush that dusted her cheeks betrayed her act completely.
It had been years since her son had been so openly affectionate. Ever since he became a professional actor, Lanling had grown difficult to read. His expressions were composed, his smiles carefully measured. He still loved them—she never doubted that—but it was rare for him to be so unguarded.
The decision was made in an instant. Without a second thought, Zhenyi called over Meixi, and unceremoniously dumped the responsibilities of Executive Chef onto her head.
Before Meixi could even protest, Zhenyi was already dragging her son away.
