Seeing her daughter's action, Liu Sitian was immediately displeased and said angrily, "It's Lin's first time visiting our home, how can we let her eat fried rice? Come, Lin, try the tripe stew I made, it's definitely delicious."
"Liu Sitian, are you sure it's delicious?" Qin Si Xuan questioned Liu Sitian's words with great skepticism.
"Oh dear! What's with your tone? I worked hard all afternoon to make this, how can it not be good!" Liu Sitian widened her eyes, showing her motherly authority.
"You worked hard and you're sure it's good? What logic is that? Lin Fan, you should just eat the fried rice instead, that's my mom's specialty." Qin Si Xuan hurriedly said.
"Oh dear! What's your point? If it weren't for you, would I have spent all afternoon cooking when I usually don't even lift a finger? I'm usually taking afternoon beauty naps!" Liu Sitian raised her voice, clearly upset.
