Several pairs of eyes rested on her. Mrs. Lu, not skilled at lying, shifted her gaze and feigned composure as she said, "Ziye, you should have lunch here. Otherwise, I and Nannan bought so much food for nothing."
"Mom, so when you said earlier that sister was adding dishes for me, you were lying to me, you just wanted to keep Brother Yao to have lunch at our home," said Lu Huan, the youngster first to call out, while winking and grimacing at his mother, having picked up early on that she was lying.
Mrs. Lu's signs of lying were obvious — she would say things she would never normally say, extremely unnatural.
"Of course not, your sister is adding dishes for you, I'm adding dishes for Brother Yao."
Mrs. Lu's retort to her younger son, while trying to maintain her composure, left everyone speechless and at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"What about me and Ayan?" Jun Ye touched his nose, seemingly interested in seeing how his mother would continue.
