Pretty young anchorwoman: Big brother, come into my bowl!

“Your mother talks to me every day about how you are doing. She says you’ve always been stubborn, and she’s afraid you won’t tell your family if you’re not doing well.”

The man smiled gently and said, carrying a bunch of fruits and vegetables to put in the kitchen, "Now she can finally rest easy."

Xu Qingyi: "I'm doing fine. I recently started a new job, and it's going well."

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman, who had already pulled Xu Qingyi to sit on the sofa, touched her face tenderly, "Was your previous working environment not good? My Qingqing, you've really had a hard time."

How could she not know her child? She had raised her from a tiny baby to adulthood, and this little girl, whose personality was mostly like a snail, would never have resigned so easily unless she couldn't bear it any longer.

Xu Qingyi shook her head, no longer wanting to continue the conversation. "It's all in the past, let's not bring it up again. I'm doing very well now, I earn a good salary and have a lot of freedom."

The woman didn't speak, but simply took Xu Qingyi's hand and gently stroked it.

Her peach blossom eyes, which were not similar to hers, were slightly red.

"Alright, it's been so long since I've had Mom's mung bean cakes. Mengmeng mentioned them to me before. I'm going to eat until I'm stuffed this time I'm back," Xu Qingyi said with a smile, changing the subject.

The man picking up the face mask that had fallen on the floor nodded repeatedly, wiping the marks on the floor with a small rag in his hand.

His wife's red eyes had really broken his heart; if he hadn't been holding a rag, he would have wanted to wipe her tears.

but……

"She just got up not long ago, and it's almost lunchtime. Let Uncle cook something for you and let you try some of the dishes Uncle has recently developed."

The woman rolled her eyes at him. "Qingqing rarely comes back, so of course we should fulfill her wish first. It's okay if we eat lunch a little later."

He understood the logic, but he was just worried about her because she had only just woken up...

The man who had been given a disapproving look lowered his head and silently wiped the floor. Xu Qingyi looked left and right, but in the end, she chose to pretend she was blind.

Oh well, she's used to it.

……

The end result was that Mrs. Xu hummed a little tune as she made mung bean cakes, with Xu Qingyi helping her, while the man huddled in a small corner of the kitchen, silently chopping and preparing vegetables for lunch.

Xu Qingyi: "I haven't had Uncle Yan's cooking in a long time. The food I make myself just doesn't taste the same."

Putting everything else aside, Yan He's cooking skills are truly excellent.

Yan He smiled and replied, "Then we'd better eat our fill today."

As he spoke, he glanced at his wife and said, "Your mother said the other day that my cooking is getting worse and worse, so this is a good opportunity for her to taste it."

Let's see if the skill level has really deteriorated.

If that's true, that won't do.

Xu Qingyi glanced at her mother and carefully said, "Uncle Yan, you know how picky Mom is. If it really doesn't taste good, she definitely won't eat it."

It's true. Mrs. Xu has an extremely sensitive sense of taste. She can tell what seasonings were used in a dish and how long it was cooked just by tasting it.

Mrs. Xu: "I'm still here."

She came right in front of us, crickets chirping.

Yan He turned around and started slicing potatoes into shreds with a focused expression.

Xu Qingyi suppressed a laugh and lowered her head.

After all these years, Uncle Yan still can't do anything about Mom.

but……

Suddenly remembering something, Xu Qingyi's eyes became clouded for a moment.

It happened so quickly that the other two people in the kitchen didn't even notice.