There were many things that Xyla Quest had overlooked, but Sharon Lindt had already thought of in advance.

“What did you bring me?” Stanley Batton asked jokingly.

“I brought your children to you. What do you think?” Sharon replied drily.

“You sure are my mother,” he chuckled.

“You’re a grown man, anyway. You can wear and eat whatever you want. It doesn’t matter,” she stated, rendering him speechless.

Xyla couldn’t resist laughing.

“Xyla, what do you want to eat? Sharon asked. "Tell me. I’ll cook for you right away.”

She promptly shook her head. “Please don’t. You and Dad came all the way here. It must have been exhausting. You should go upstairs and rest first.”

“We already rested on the flight. We slept all the way here. Tell us, what do you want to eat?” Wilson asked.

“How about Mom’s specialty pork ribs?” Stanley asked.

“Do you want that, Xyla?” his mother asked.

She nodded.

“I'll cook that since you want to eat it,” Sharon said with an affectionate look at her.

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