"Oh!" Wu Qiyi gladly accepted, while you shrugged your shoulders.
However, at this moment, the conversation between Wu Qiyi and your mother almost made you stumble.
"Mom, it's only been a few days since I last saw you, how come your skin suddenly got so much better, soft and smooth, at least a decade younger!"
"Is that so?" Your mother paused for a moment, smiled, and said, "That must be your dad's nourishment."
"Bang!"
The sound of a collision suddenly came, followed by your cry of pain: "Ouch!"
After entering the room, your father sat earnestly in his old spot reading the newspaper, while you sat next to him and said, "Dad, your hand is trembling slightly?"
"Ahem, maybe I've read too much newspaper." Your father pretended to be calm.
However, as soon as your mother, who had just entered the kitchen, heard this, she immediately poked her head out, looked at your father, and said, "Hmm, in that case, it seems we'll have to buy some chives and yam tomorrow."
