Sure, here is the translation:
In the familiar kitchen, at the familiar dining table.
Li Hong was having a homemade dinner with her two children, feeling even more familiar with the unchanged seating arrangement.
"Here, Xiaoyu." Li Hong offered Du Yu a braised pork rib, "Eat more."
"That's enough, Teacher Li, I can't eat anymore." Du Yu picked up his bowl to receive the food, quickly speaking.
There were already quite a few bones on his table, and he had been eating for a while now.
Li Hong smiled and said, "Didn't you say you were still one centimeter short? Eat more, and you'll grow taller. You're only twenty; there's still hope."
"That's right, that's right." Li Mengnan also picked up a rib, "Hurry up and grow taller; if you don't, I'll catch up to you."
The girl picked up the tempting braised rib and took a small bite, her lips stained with golden oil.
It indeed looked delicious.
