Han Xinmei, wearing an apron, was taken aback upon seeing the person who walked in. "Xiao Qingcang?"
Xiao Qingcang awkwardly placed the things he had bought into the room!
Following behind, Shen Hanqian entered the door and stuck her tongue out at Han Xinmei. "Aunty Han, Qingcang is here today for your cooking!"
"Yeah, Grandma, my dad insisted on coming, and I really couldn't help it!" Little Junjun, having taken off his shoes, chirped like a little sparrow. "Maybe he heard mom say your cooking is delicious, so he's got a craving and wanted to come eat!"
Han Xinmei looked at him doubtfully, clearly not convinced. "Is that so?"
Xiao Qingcang did not give Han Xinmei any face and said bluntly. "I mainly wanted to spend time with Qianqian, coming here was my last resort!"
"Oh, then did you bring your own dinner? If not, I can offer you takeout, you can order it yourself!" Han Xinmei was even less inclined to give face to him.
