Li Mengying's voice was soft and tender, the fragrant warmth of her breath wafting into his ear, making Chen Bin feel as if his bones were lightened.
However, before he could answer, Zhao Xinmei walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate.
Seeing the two's movements, her face instantly turned ugly.
But to avoid letting Li Mengying notice anything unusual, she still spoke in a calm tone.
"Dinner's ready, everyone come over and bring the dishes!"
"Okay!"
It was rare for Zhao Xinmei to speak to him actively, so Chen Bin immediately got up and ran into the kitchen.
While carrying the dishes, he even tried to flatter her.
"Mom, your cooking is definitely more fragrant than the outside food."
Zhao Xinmei acted like she hadn't heard at all, completely ignoring him.
With a slight sigh, Chen Bin walked out of the kitchen awkwardly.
The meal was all set on the table, and the three of them took their seats one by one.
