Seeing Fan Qi wearing an apron and cooking, the first thing Chen Ma said when she came in was, "Ah Qian, why is Nan Nan cooking? What are you doing?"

Mother Chen walked in and saw the picture on the TV screen and the game controller on the ground. She looked Chen Zhiqian up and down with that expression. If someone hadn't followed in, Fan Qi would have imagined a feather duster.

Their house is really small. There would be no room for a camera and several staff members to squeeze in. Their houses are located next to each other, and the corridor cannot be blocked by the door.

Father Chen turned to the two people and said, "Why don't you go find a place to eat downstairs? We old couple will talk to our son and daughter-in-law first."

"Professor Chen, we are here with a mission."

"No matter what your mission is, we will take our son and daughter-in-law to the hotel later, and you can take pictures then, okay?" Dad Chen had an unpleasant expression.

"All right!"

As soon as the others left, Chen's mother couldn't help but ask, "Ah Qian, what's wrong with you? Nannan is cooking, and you're playing games?"

"Originally I was playing while he was making pancakes. He couldn't do it well, so I had to try it. That's why I cooked." Fan Qi explained for Chen Zhiqian.

Hearing that Fan Qi would protect her son, Chen's mother's expression improved.

She put her bag on the chair and lowered her head: "Ah Xun heard that we were coming to Hong Kong City, so he pushed his bicycle to the First Food Store, lined up for two hours under the sun, and bought smoked fish and butterfly cakes. It was not convenient to bring smoked fish, so I only took butterfly cakes."

In addition to butterfly cakes, there are also moss strips, Suzhou-style plums, and other small snacks. Chen's mother said: "Time is too tight, and I don't know what to buy."

When Fan Qi was a child, her parents played their own games. The people who appeared most frequently in her world were the nanny, the dormitory manager, the canteen auntie, and her father's girlfriends, whom she also called auntie.

Her father can remember the preferences of every one of his girlfriends, but it is impossible for him to remember his daughter's preferences.

After her mother divorced, she married a white man. It was not until she had been studying in the United States for almost a year that her mother found out that she was only forty miles away from their home. Her mother and her husband came to pick her up and said that they had organized a family gathering for her so that she could meet her family. Those blond-haired and blue-eyed family members were very friendly, but the food on the table was all Western food. Her mother said, "Chinese food is very fumesy and heavy in oil and salt, which is very unhealthy. You should also change your eating habits..."

Her mother said a lot, and I refuted it at the time: "The average life expectancy in the United States is low among developed countries, and the obesity rate is high in the world."

When she graduated and returned to China, her father found a girl who was one year older than her and married her. They had a son. Maybe he was getting older and decided to settle down. He became a good man and invited her to dinner. He told her that this was her brother and she had to take care of him in the future.

She looked at her stepmother and said, "Your wife is about the same age as me. What are you worried about? You will be old and die, but your wife is still young. Why should I get involved?"

Because of this, her father kicked her out.

She doesn't care, because she has never had a home since she was a child.

Now Chen's mother said that her brother queued for two hours in such weather just to bring her something she liked.

Although the butterfly cakes here in Hong Kong may use more exquisite ingredients, they are a token of love from the family.

Fan Qi looked at the food that was stuffed into her hand and said, "I want to eat. I hid what Ah Qian brought back last time and ate it slowly!"

"Good girl." Aunt Chen's face was full of love.

No one would call her in such a doting voice, and a string in her heart was plucked.

No matter how much the original owner's parents loved her, she was always too lazy to respond, always thinking that they owed her family a favor and that they should treat her well. So even though she got married to fulfill her dream of coming to Hong Kong, she never called them.

How should she strike a balance between herself and Chen's parents? She had already called them "Dad" on the phone, so she didn't need to be so hypocritical. She pulled out a chair and said, "Dad, Mom, sit down!"