Aunt Hong shook her head slowly as she watches Liu Mei down another piece of pork, a resigned smile pulling at her lips.
This was her baby… her graceful, elegant flower. The one she had not give up on despite her weird quirks during her childhood days.
And here she was.
Grease on her nose, sauce dripping down her chin, cheeks bulging like a squirrel. It brought back memories, memories she wished were buried.
Aunt Hong sighed. She's happy… and healthy. That's what matters. Probably.
But that wasn't enough, she needed someone to tell that for her. She turns and look at Ace.
"Well… at least she's healthy. That's what matters, right, Little Zhi?"
Ace chuckled, folding his arms. "Absolutely. Your daughter is amazing… though, to be fair, she does have an amazing master."
"Next! I want more, Mother!" Liu Mei called out, waving her chopsticks like a queen summoning her court.
