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When Sang's father came down from upstairs, his two daughters had already returned to their rooms. He took over in the kitchen to help Sang Yu; he wasn’t the type of man who insisted on traditional gender roles and often helped his wife with cooking.
Today, the whole family was gathered together. Sang Yu prepared a lavish meal: six dishes and a soup, all of which were favorites of her two daughters.
“Oh dear! The moment you two come home, I lose my standing in this house. Just look at your mother; she makes everything you love,” he joked.
The sisters exchanged smiles. “Dad, don’t you like Braised Pork?” Sang Xia asked.
Sang's father replied, “Of course I do! Not only do I love it, but the whole family enjoys it.”
Seeing Sang's father at a loss for words made the three women laugh.
“Come on, you’re all grown up now; still being greedy? Usually, when you’re home, I always cook what you like,” Sang Yu teased as she shot a glance at Sang's father. She wasn’t picky about food, so she usually cooked according to Sang's father ’s tastes.
“What your mother says is true; she’s easy to please and eats anything. She always accommodates my preferences during meals.” He chuckled, “And here we go again with the show of affection.”
The sisters were already immune to this display; after all, they had grown up watching it. Now they understood why Sang Yu didn’t come home often—she simply didn’t want to be a third wheel between their father and mother.
“Come on, let’s raise our glasses in celebration! It’s been half a year since our family has reunited!” Sang Xia lifted her glass and said. Her school was far away, and she couldn’t come home often; when she did, it was usually for an entire semester.
“Cheers!”
“Cheers!”
“Cheers!”
“Mmm! Delicious! Tastes just like Mom’s cooking!” No matter how good or bad a mother’s cooking might be, children always miss their mother’s meals after being away for a long time. Moreover, Sang Yu was an excellent cook. After such a long time without her dishes, Sang Xia truly missed them.
“Eat more if it’s good!” Sang Yu served plenty of her daughter’s favorite dishes into her bowl. As a mother, she worried about her youngest daughter being far away and often fretted over whether she was eating well at school. Children eventually leave their parents; worrying too much is futile. All she could do was prepare more of their favorite foods while they were home.
“Da Bao, you should eat more too.” While caring for her youngest daughter, Sang Yu didn’t forget about her eldest.
“Mom, you should eat too! We’re all grown up now; you don’t have to worry about us,” Sang Xia said as she noticed that Sang Yu was focusing solely on them and hadn’t eaten much herself.
After the family enjoyed their meal together in harmony, the sisters offered to wash the dishes but were stopped by Sang's father. “Alright, you two don’t need to worry about that today. It’s been a long holiday; there will be plenty of opportunities to wash dishes later. You can chat with your mother instead.”
“Then we’ll leave it to Dad,” they replied.
“It’s no trouble at all! Serving my wife and children is happiness!” he said with a smile.
The holiday at home was quite leisurely for the family of four—three teachers and one university student—where reading was the most common activity they engaged in daily.
Sang Yu showcased her culinary skills every day, preparing different delicious meals for them. After just a week, she felt like she had gained weight. When she stepped on the scale, it confirmed her suspicion: she had gained two pounds.
Gaining two pounds in a week means eight pounds in a month. Oh my goodness! What a terrifying number. Sang Xia was also lamenting, saying that if she continued eating like this, she would gain ten pounds by the time school started.
"Da Bao, Liu Ayi introduced you to someone. Are you going to meet them tomorrow?" That evening, everyone had finished dinner and was gathered in the living room watching television. Sang Yu casually mentioned this while keeping an eye on Sang Xia's expression.
Sang Xia and Sang's father were focused on the TV, but their ears were perked up, and Sang Yu suddenly felt that the sunflower seeds in her hand had lost their flavor.
With a sense of helplessness, Sang Yu said, "Mom, I'm only twenty-five. Do you really have to be this anxious?" If Lu Jing found out she was going on blind dates behind his back, she was sure it would end badly for her.
"Twenty-five isn't that young. Check the legal marriage age in our country—it's twenty. You've already surpassed that by five years; you should have some awareness of this."
Sang Yu sighed, wondering why her mother, a highly educated woman, was so eager to push her into marriage. She was only twenty-five—not thirty-five or forty-five. Was there really a need to rush?
"Your cousin is four years younger than you and already has a child," her mother pointed out.
"Mom, my cousin got married early because she didn't go to school. I graduated from college at twenty-three."
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