Tongtong sat in the car and eagerly kicked off her little shoes, excitedly telling Wu Nian, "Dad, Yousheng's mom's cooking is really so delicious, you wouldn't believe it, and she's especially pretty. I've never seen such a wonderful lunch before..."
Wu Nian asked, "Is it better than the food Auntie next door makes?"
Tongtong nodded very seriously, "Yeah, it's better than what Aunt Lin next door cooks. I really wish I could eat Yousheng's mom's cooking every day."
Wu Nian's eyes twinkled, "Didn't Yousheng say he would bring you lunch again tomorrow?"
Tongtong bit her finger, "But... but... that's Yousheng's mom, not mine... I can't just have her cook for me every day."
Wu Nian said, "Be good, Tongtong. Yousheng likes you, that's why his mom makes you food. If you feel embarrassed, you can give Yousheng one of the toys Dad bought for you as a thank-you gift. How about that?"
Tongtong's eyes lit up and she asked, "Can I really do that?"
