In the evening, Catherine Jiang returned home from get off work, and said to Emily Jiang in high spirits: “Xiao Yu, let’s go out for dinner tonight, mother invites you to have a big meal at the Global Center! Let’s celebrate.”
Emily Jiang wearing an apron came out of the kitchen with a plate of fragrant garlic moss twice-cooked pork in his hand.
“Mom, it’s not sincere. I don’t have to say before the treat, I’m all ready to make a meal.”
“I still have the blessing to eat the food my daughter made by herself!” Catherine Jiang put down the bag, glanced at the soup on the table, and praised: “The craftsmanship is good.”
Emily Jiang walked over, sat next to her, and squeezed her shoulders: “Mom, you have worked hard all these years. I have grown up. I will take care of you in the future.”
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