"Dad, Mom, I'm back."
Elder Yao's son, Yao Qingquan, came back from work carrying his briefcase.
As soon as he stepped into the house, he greeted his parents.
"Oh, you're back!"
Madam Yao, seeing her son, suddenly remembered her duties: "Oh no, I still have soup simmering in the kitchen!"
She hurried back to the kitchen to check on her soup, worried that her negligence might ruin it.
Elder Yao, smiling, said to Yao Qingquan, who had just changed his shoes: "I got some garlic spare ribs, have a piece and taste it."
"No need, I still have to check on how Hui's homework is going..."
Yao Qingquan instinctively refused, but the aroma from the piece of garlic spare ribs directly hit his nose, making his mouth water, and he couldn't help but say, "Mmm, it smells so good..."
He couldn't resist reaching out for it.
"You rascal..."
Elder Yao, a bit speechless, chuckled and left after saying that, heading to the bathroom due to urgent needs.
