I stood up and felt a bit embarrassed hearing his words.
Cyril stood up as well and politely greeted, "Hi. My name is Cyril Parsons, and I am Chelsea's boyfriend."
Dad walked in and casually replied, "I know. Chelsea has already told us."
Mom came in with the vegetables and said, "Cyril, there wasn't much food left at the market today, so we didn't buy anything fancy. Just make do with it, OK?"
As I saw the few vegetable leaves and a piece of pork in the basket, my smile froze.
A few days ago, I had already told them that I would bring Cyril home and even transferred 150 dollars to my mom, asking her to buy some good vegetables.
And now, she was telling us there wasn't much food left at the market? How was that possible?
Dad casually took off his shoes and lay slanted on the sofa, Mom had a fake smile on her face, and Jane's eyes were mocking.
My gut told me that they were behaving like this on purpose.
I clenched my fists and was about to speak, but Cyril smiled, "It's fine. As long as the whole family gathers."
Cyril's expression didn't change. He was as gentle as always.
He took the basket from my mother's hand and went straight to the kitchen.