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The little guy didn't forget Sheng Mingying and Wenren Teng just because he hadn't seen them for a few days. He remembered the two elders, and as soon as they arrived, he knew they were his grandparents.

So the little guy was very happy, playing and talking with his grandparents in their arms, making them laugh non-stop.

However, while he was having fun, he suddenly spotted the person carrying dishes out of the kitchen.

His eyes lit up, and he immediately spoke up.

As he spoke, his small body jerked violently in Sheng Mingying's arms.

He seemed very excited.

Upon hearing the little guy's voice, Sheng Mingying and Wenren Teng both looked at him, and then followed his gaze to the front, where they saw a tall, upright man wearing a shirt and trousers, with his sleeves rolled up, carrying dishes out.

The two elderly people were stunned.

The Wen family was extremely wealthy. Although the Wen family had its ups and downs over time, their foundation remained the same. Their extraordinary strength, which was inherent in their bones and genes, allowed them to rise again very quickly after a period of decline.

Therefore, the Wen family has a profound cultural heritage.

Wenren Teng's ancestors were very capable, and although his generation was not as prosperous as before, it was still much better than ordinary families. In addition, he worked very hard and established a business early on.

Naturally, Wenren Chen was born and raised in an excellent family environment, without any financial burdens or difficulties.

He doesn't need to lift a finger; food and clothing will be delivered right to him.

He had never done anything like serving tea or water, let alone cooking.

Serving dishes like this.

No.

Not once.

Wenren Teng and Sheng Mingying looked at this person who seemed so approachable because of that dish, and both of their faces showed clear disbelief.

The scene before my eyes was truly shocking.

Too hard to believe.

So much so that they were momentarily speechless.

Only the little guy, nestled in Sheng Mingying's arms, watched Wenren Chen bring out the dishes. He calmly placed the dishes at the bottom of the plate as Zhou Yi had instructed, and only after the bottom of the plate was flat did he place the top dishes on it. Only when the entire dish was securely placed on the table did his well-defined knuckles leave.

The little guy looked at Wenren Chen, the man who had become completely different because of a dish, and grinned, waving his little hands as he started babbling at Wenren Chen.

"Ahhh~ Ahhh~"

Upon hearing the little guy's voice, Sheng Mingying finally reacted, looking at the little guy and then at Wenren Chen.

Wenren Chen looked over, saw the incredibly happy face, and then turned back to the kitchen.

Wenren Teng watched the tall man go to the kitchen again. His usually stern expression softened when he saw Wenren Chen, and he said, "You've finally done something pleasing to the eye."

Upon hearing Wenren Teng's words, Sheng Mingying immediately glared at him: "You talk as if you're so capable."

Wenren Teng: "..."

Aunt Dong had already prepared the formula and came out; she had also witnessed what had just happened.

But what happened just now didn't surprise Aunt Dong much.

Perhaps it was because she saw her husband every day after arriving in Yu'an County that she discovered his meticulousness in many things, making her feel that it was normal to see a scene she had never seen before.

However, upon coming out, Aunt Dong heard Wenren Teng and Sheng Mingying's conversation, and she smiled.

The old master and mistress are a treasure; having them around brings so much joy.

"Madam, the formula is ready."

Aunt Dong approached Sheng Mingying with the baby bottle. Sheng Mingying looked away from Wenren Teng and said, "Give it to me."

"Yes, madam."

Aunt Dong handed the baby bottle to Sheng Mingying, who took it and said lovingly to the little one in her arms, "Yuyu's food is here. Eat first, and then we'll continue playing."

"Grandma is playing with Yuyu!"

Sheng Mingying fed the pacifier to the little guy, who immediately took it in his mouth and started drinking it.

However, he looked over at Wenren Chen and watched his tall figure disappear into the kitchen.

Looking at the little guy, Sheng Mingying smiled with wrinkles all over her face: "Yuyu's father is a good father and a good son to his grandmother. He can do everything, he is meticulous in everything he does, he is careful and thoughtful in everything he does, and he is filial. He is much better than some people who only do superficial things!"

"Our little sixth son is a rare gem, one in a million!"

Wenren Teng, who was subtly implied, was speechless.

Aunt Dong listened to Sheng Mingying's words and looked at Wenren Teng's dark face. She smiled and said, "Madam, there's only Miss Zhou in the kitchen. She's probably too busy. I'll go help."

Hearing Aunt Dong's words, Sheng Mingying hurriedly said, "Go quickly, it's hot today, cooking is hard work, Zhou Yi is just a young girl, it's not easy for her, you all go and help."

Sheng Mingying knew that Zhou Yi was a very good girl and that the girl had a kind heart.

"Yes, madam."

Aunt Dong was no longer there; she quickly went to the kitchen.

The little one drank his milk, his big eyes gazing at the kitchen, his eyes sparkling.

Wenren Chen returned to the kitchen to continue serving the dishes, while Zhou Yi prepared the last dish.

Aunt Dong came in, saw the dishes on the kitchen counter, and helped carry them out.

And so, Zhou Yi did the cooking, while Wenren Chen and Aunt Dong served the dishes and set the table.

After Zhou Yi finished cooking the last dish, the outdoor dining table was almost set up.

"Miss Zhou, I've already taken out all the dishes and bowls. Is there anything else?"

After everything was arranged outside, Aunt Dong came in and asked Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi was washing the pot and tidying up the kitchen counter when she heard Aunt Dong's words. She said, "There's soup. There are two kinds of soup simmering in the pot. We need to serve them out."

As she spoke, Zhou Yi put down the pot, dried her hands, unplugged the electric stew pot, and opened the lid: "Aunt Dong, I'll serve out the last two soups. Go out and call the master and madam for dinner."

"That's all I need."

After saying that, Zhou Yi took the soup bowl and spoon and ladled out the soup.

"Go wash up. Tell Aunt Dong here, and Aunt Dong will do it."

The deep, magnetic voice reached Zhou Yi's ears, and she paused, looking at Wenren Chen, who had somehow re-entered the room: "Sir, are you still in here?"

After saying that, without waiting for Wenren Chen's reply, he continued, "Sir, please go wash up. It will be ready here in a little while."

"You'll be ready for dinner once you've finished washing up."

Wenren Chen gazed at her hair, which was damp with sweat, and looked into her bright eyes: "Go wash up."

Aunt Dong, who was standing nearby, looked at Wenren Chen, then took the lid from Zhou Yi's hand and said, "Miss Zhou, go wash up, I'll take care of things here."

"Look at you, you're covered in sweat, and your hair is all wet."

Zhou Yi wanted to tell her that she was fine, and that it was normal to sweat while cooking in the summer.

But a gaze was fixed on her from the side, and she said, "Okay."

"Aunt Dong, thank you for your hard work here."

After saying that, Zhou Yi took off her apron and said to Aunt Dong, "Aunt Dong, just these two soups."

"One is in this stew pot, one is in that stewing pot, and oh right, there's also a steamed fish. These dishes don't need any additional ingredients; just serve them directly."

Zhou Yi handed over the last remaining task to Aunt Dong.

Aunt Dong listened to her and saw Zhou Yi pointing to the lid and showing it to her. She nodded and wrote it down: "Okay, Miss Zhou, I'll take care of it."

"Okay, I'll go back to my bedroom to wash up first."

"If there's anything you don't know, Aunt Dong, come to the bedroom and ask me."

"Okay, Ms. Zhou."

Without saying another word, Zhou Yi left the kitchen.

Wenren Chen stood there, staring at the back of the body, which was mostly soaked with sweat.