Father Chi was really amused by his daughter's words and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. Chi Shuyan relaxed when she saw her father's happy expression.
"Okay, child, don't hang around in the kitchen. Do something for me. I'm afraid your Uncle Wei and Aunt Chang haven't had dinner yet. I cooked some meat porridge for your Aunt Chang. Send it over, and then call your Uncle Wei and the others over for dinner."
"Okay! No problem!" Chi Shuyan also knew that she would only make things worse if she tried to help in the kitchen. She could still wash the dishes, but she really couldn't cook anything, so she immediately agreed.
Chi Shuyan listened earnestly to her father's exhortations before she left with the thermos.
It was already past seven, and the sky was a bit dark outside. As soon as Chi Shuyan went downstairs, she looked up and saw a small, faintly discernible spark in the darkness.