Yang Lirong nodded again and again. "Okay, I'll go with you." 'As long as Lin Lan and Yang Liying don't just storm her door, everything will be fine,' she thought.
"It's already dark out. Let's eat first, then go!" Yang Liqun said.
Yang Liying rubbed her stomach. "I'm so hungry my stomach feels like it's glued to my back. If we eat first, we'll have the strength to fight if we have to."
Yang Liqun glanced at the steamer in the pot and the bowl of seasoned cold chicken, smiling. "Lin Lan has already prepared the cold chicken, and the braised chicken with taro is ready too. I'll just stir-fry a couple of vegetable dishes, and then we'll eat."
Lin Lan nodded, grabbing two plates to serve the chicken.
Yang Lirong looked at the large platter of cold-dressed chicken and once again heaped praise on Lin Lan.
