After everyone had left, Gu Xia picked up the mop and began to clean up the scene.
"Sweetheart, have you eaten dinner?"
"Not yet."
"I'll make you some sweet and sour pork ribs in a bit."
"Wow... the sun is rising from the west... When I asked you to cook before, you always said it was troublesome."
Gu Xia stopped what she was doing and leaned on the mop, her face a picture of flattered surprise.
Old Gu looked at his daughter with a gaze filled with tender affection and pampering, with a touch of complex emotions as well.
"Who said that? It's never troublesome when it comes to feeding my girl... Wait, I'll go to the supermarket now and buy some fresh ribs for you."
"Then I'll come with you."
The father and daughter left the Martial Arts Hall together, and while passing by the supermarket, Xiao Xia helped her dad buy quite a lot of groceries.
They then returned to their rental home and had dinner.
