Passion under the table

Elmer immediately retaliated using lip language, saying, "Irene, sweat is inevitable."

Irene felt helpless about this future and shook her head with a hint of resignation, saying, "Mona, it's time for us to eat. We're absolutely hungry."

"No, I just ate a lot earlier, and I'm still a little wet," Elmer joked.

"What do you mean by 'wet'?" Mona was confused.

"Oh, I misspoke. Not 'wet,' but 'full.' But I definitely can't disappoint Mona's kindness, so..." Elmer licked his lips and comfortably sat at the dining table, waving at both of them.

"Hehe, let's go," Irene said, holding her daughter's hand and sitting at the table.

The three of them sat in a triangular formation, able to see each other clearly. Understanding Mona quickly served bowls of chicken soup for Elmer and her mother.