"Uncle Mo, I've brought you some food." Tang Yue held up the food containers, two boxes, one double-layered for food, the other single-layered for soup.
Tang Yue set the boxes on the table next to her. As soon as she opened them, the fragrant smell wafted out, instantly whetting the appetite.
"Did you make this?" Mo Siyu raised an eyebrow. The chicken soup was golden and rich, and the dishes in the box were well combined and colorful - scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried celery and beansprouts, and braised pork.
"Aunt Mo said you shouldn't eat spicy food these days, so I didn't add any chili," explained Tang Yue. She loved spicy food, and looking at these dishes without chili, she thought she would need some chili to make it tasty enough for her.
"I might not have made it very tasty." Tang Yue said as she picked up the lunch box and handed it over.
Mo Siyu took it from her, asking, "Have you eaten?"
"I've eaten." Tang Yue replied without hesitation.
