Listening to her mother's words, Su Lu couldn't help but rub her nose and gave a small smile, "I miss you."
Zhao Ying laughed on the other end, "Is that so?"
"Really, Xiao Le misses you too. He keeps babbling about grandma all day long—you know, he's become a bit of a chatterbox lately." Su Lu smiled helplessly, "I never dreamed he'd turn into such a talker when he was slower learning to speak than other kids his age."
Zhao Ying: "Xiao Le has it tough too, you get anxious when he speaks slowly, and complain when he talks too much."
"I'm not complaining!" Su Lu dragged out her words, "That's not the point."
"The point is you miss me?" asked Zhao Ying.
"Yeah, and I also miss your braised pork," said Su Lu.
Zhao Ying thought it over and then said, "Okay, I'll come over after I finish up some things."
Su Lu was curious, "Has the company been busy lately?"
