Su Nuannuan looked up to the sky speechlessly and said, "Mom... he said okay."
Immediately, Su Yumei's brow lifted and her eyes sparkled as she said, "Then don't just stand there, help your mother pack things up. We'll go home together. I'll draw up a menu, and you go buy the groceries. I'll personally cook Ah Chen a decent lunch!"
Seeing her mother so enthusiastic, Su Nuannuan didn't have the heart to say anything to dampen her spirits.
After all, Li Yanchen was a towering CEO—what delicacies hadn't he eaten? Would he really fancy the few home-cooked dishes from our own kitchen?
But Li Yanchen really did cherish them.
When Su Nuannuan went out to buy groceries, Li Yanchen's car had already arrived outside the alley.
He still had some recollection of this alley.
Even that pile of trash... he remembered it clearly.
The last time he was rescued by Su Nuannuan, it was in the middle of the night.