Upon receiving the order, the old man hurried to buy groceries.
Mrs. Huang beamed. "Son, I'm going to make breakfast for you—a lavish spread today!"
When she brought the breakfast over and saw her son eating and drinking heartily, she was all smiles. Suddenly, she clapped her hands. "Son, look how scatterbrained I am! I need to call Qianqian right away and have her come over for lunch... No, better yet, I should invite Qianqian's entire family. It'll be a good opportunity for us to discuss the wedding arrangements. Qianqian's father has been saying for ages that he'd like to have a meal at our house..."
Just as she reached for the phone, a hand stopped hers.
Huang Xiaojue put down his chopsticks. "Mom," he said very solemnly, "there's something I must discuss with you."
"What is it?"
"Don't call Lin Qianqian!"
"No, I have to."
He stood up. "If Lin Qianqian comes, I'm leaving."
Mrs. Huang became anxious, but she still put down the phone.
