“It’s hot, just made it not long ago,” Liu Xiangru’s eyes were sharp as she looked at Zhou Mo, “When is that person coming?”
Zhou Mo choked on a piece of pork rib, “Cough, cough, Mom, what are you talking about? Who else is coming?”
Liu Xiangru had a knowing expression on her face, “You think I don’t know you, my daughter? Can one person make so many dishes?”
Zhou Mo was indignant, “Why can’t one person make so many dishes?”
“With your meticulous personality, don’t you think it’s a waste to make so much?”
“…”
Zhou Mo was hit where it hurt.
“Tell me, who did you make plans with?”
Zhou Mo broke out in a cold sweat, she had always been afraid of lying in front of her parents, “Really, no one.”
Liu Xiangru stared at Zhou Mo suspiciously, “Why are you so nervous?”
“I, I’m not.” Zhou Mo was unintentionally stuttering.
Liu Xiangru scrutinized her, “You didn’t get involved with that person surnamed Yu again, did you?”