The young girl, whose intentions had been seen through, gave an awkward smile, withdrew her hand, and bluntly said, "Your daughter is so lucky. This Xiang Qichen is even more handsome than on TV!"
Old Zhou sternly retorted, "Handsome, handsome, handsome, can handsome be eaten as food?"
Before the young girl could respond, the glass door behind them opened once more. The daughter of the noodle shop owner across the street stepped in, first stealing a glance at Xiang Qichen with ulterior motives, then spoke, "Uncle Zhou, I..."
Old Zhou casually replied, "Which you?"
The daughter of the noodle shop owner stood up straight, "I came to buy some band-aids!"
Old Zhou: "..."
...
In the end, Old Zhou directly asked Zhou Huaiyi to lead everyone upstairs.
After placing things down, Zhou Huaiyi looked at the empty dining table in the kitchen, and loudly asked, "Mom, didn't you cook today!"
