"You'll definitely pass. But even if you don't, it's okay," Mr. Quincy said, trying to lighten the mood. "Worst-case scenario, your mother and I will support you for life."
"That's right, Ian. You don't need to put so much pressure on yourself."
Ian Quincy didn't say a word, silently setting down his chopsticks.
Mr. and Mrs. Quincy felt a little awkward and found it hard to continue eating.
The three of them fell silent.
Cecilia Adler bustled around the stove before bringing out the stir-fried greens. "Why aren't you eating? Is the food not to your liking?" 'Didn't they just say the clam meat was tender and succulent?'
"We were waiting for you," Mrs. Quincy said with a sad smile.
'When he was at home, her son never waited for her.'
Cecilia called out, "You don't have to wait for me, hurry up and eat! It won't taste as good when it's cold. Dad, you're the most educated here, right? After you finish eating, how about giving a review? An educated one, please."
