I Really Didn’t Mean to Make Money

Changbai Scenic Garden,

At the Yang family home.

“Mom, this is way too much food. Even with me and Weiwei, we can’t possibly finish all of this.”

Yang Yaoyao looked at the dishes in the kitchen, puzzled by the sheer amount.

There was already enough for two full plates. Normally, one plate per dish would be more than enough.

There was really no need to make double portions.

“The extra is for Brother Chen.”

Before their mother could answer, Yang Duoduo, who had been following closely behind, tilted her head and chimed in.

Brother Chen?