After placing the bamboo basket on the table, Li Chenmo went to the kitchen. When Lu Jueyu opens the lid, the living room is filled with the aroma of buns and oil.
"Father, stay for a meal. I made a lot. If you leave, we will not be able to finish it, and it will be wasted."
Father Li looked at the basket of steamed buns, a plate of stir-fry vegetables, and a plate of fried meat. Seeing the dishes, he had mixed feelings. He knew that the red package he gave her was enough to feed them for a year. But seeing that every meal had at least one dish of meat dishes, Father Li began to worry that they wouldn't have enough money.
"Alright." Father Li finally nodded and sat down.
Not long after, Li Chenmo came back with a plate of braised fish and a jar of meat sauce. He likes to eat steamed buns with spicy meat sauce.
Lu Jueyu looked at the educated youths standing awkwardly aside, and said, "Don't just stand there. Have a seat."
