After a moment, Song Qingchun saw Su Zhinian even pull out his phone and start to play on it.
Song Qingchun knew Su Zhinian had always been a man of few words. Even when he was with his mother, one would think he was a mute or something. Even though she had gotten used to him acting this way, it didn't mean that she was immune to the awkwardness that arose from the complete silence. So, it fell on her to initiate a conversation lest it became uncomfortable.
When Song Qingchun said the first word, Su Zhinian placed his phone down and looked at her.
"If you're eating at home, steaming or making stews are very easy. Don't keep relying on take-outs, they are not good for you."
"Hmm." Su Zhinian nodded.