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At 6:30, Chen Dong returned home. Zeng Ling and Chen Zhenjiang were not home. With the Spring Festival approaching, the convenience store was doing very well, and they were probably still busy at this time.

Chen Dong went into the kitchen and called Zeng Ling to ask if they had eaten. The couple were too busy to eat and planned to grab a quick meal when they had some free time. They told Chen Dong to take care of his own dinner and not to worry about them.

Chen Dong told them not to order fast food. He cooked two dishes at home, packed them in a thermos, and took them to the supermarket.

"You silly child, I told you to eat at home by yourself, why did you have to bring us something?"

At the supermarket checkout, Zeng Ling casually took the two insulated containers from Chen Dong. Although she scolded him a little, her smile was bright.

Her smile became even brighter when she heard the customers in line envying her for having a good son.

"Where's Dad?" Chen Dong asked with a smile.

"They're sorting the goods inside," Zeng Ling said, glancing inside.

"You guys eat first, I'll take care of the cash register." Chen Dong replaced Zeng Ling. He had done this job during his part-time job on New Year's Day, so he had no problem with it.

"Have you eaten?" Zeng Ling asked.

"I ate before I came."

Actually, he hadn't eaten yet; there was still food left in the pot. He would go back and eat after he finished here.

"Okay, you can cover my shift then."

Zeng Ling then carried the thermos inside to find Chen Zhenjiang, shaking the thermos with a hint of pride, "Let's rest for a while, then eat. Our son made this for us."

"This brat can cook?" Chen Zhenjiang was a little surprised. He usually never lifted a finger to do housework, and he didn't even want to wet his handkerchief when washing his face, let alone cook.

He had never seen it.

"It's rare for our son to put so much thought into this, and you're already complaining." Zeng Ling rolled her eyes at him. Even if it tasted terrible, she had to eat it; she couldn't let her son's good intentions go to waste.

Chen Zhenjiang felt like he was opening a blind box, but when he saw the food, he couldn't help but be surprised. "Wow, these ribs look pretty good."

She picked up her chopsticks, took a bite, and her eyes lit up instantly. "Mmm, you know what, it tastes really good, even better than what you make."

"What do you mean? My cooking is bad?" Zeng Ling glared at him.

"You're still jealous of your son?" Chen Zhenjiang said, somewhat speechless.

Zeng Ling gave him a look and told him to figure it out himself. Then, with anticipation, she tried a piece of pork rib. Her eyes widened instantly, filled with surprise, even more so than Chen Zhenjiang's reaction.

"How about that? I wasn't lying to you, my cooking skills are almost as good as yours."

"Didn't you just say it tasted better than mine? Why have you changed your mind now?"

Chen Zhenjiang really wanted to say, "Are you jealous? I have to go along with you a bit."

"Speaking of which, my son's cooking skills are really good." Despite the teasing, Zeng Ling still praised her son's cooking skills.

"When did he learn to cook so well? I've never seen him cook before. Did you teach him?" Chen Zhenjiang asked, eating heartily, equally curious.

Chen Dong used to be a typical example of someone who was lazy and good-for-nothing. He never cooked, never lifted a finger, and never did any housework.

The food was so delicious that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was made by a chef with ten years of experience.

When did he learn it?

"Teach my ass! Even if I wanted to, when have you ever seen him learn anything?" Zeng Ling blurted out a little profanity, truly astonished.

That's true.

Chen Zhenjiang nodded thoughtfully, but how to explain this cooking skill?

"Didn't our son say they'd formed a study group and a study center?" Zeng Ling suddenly nudged Chen Zhenjiang with her elbow, a gossipy smile on her face.

"I know, didn't he tell us about this? What does it have to do with cooking skills?" Chen Zhenjiang looked at Zeng Ling with suspicion.

"Tell me who's in their study group?" Zeng Ling looked at him with a hint of disdain. How could his blockhead not understand what she meant?

"It's just those few kids from the beginning of the month, plus the former number one in the city," Chen Zhenjiang blurted out, as it wasn't a secret.

"Then tell me again, when did your son start to change?" Zeng Ling asked again.

"When he suddenly came home last month," Chen Zhenjiang said without hesitation, of course he remembered his son's sudden change very clearly.

"Did you immediately bring Wanwan home to study, and now you've found another study center outside?" Zeng Ling continued.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Chen Zhenjiang was completely confused and didn't understand what Zeng Ling was trying to express.

"Tell me, what's going on in that blockhead of yours? How did you even manage to win me over back then?" Zeng Ling couldn't help but tap Chen Zhenjiang's forehead with her finger.

Chen Zhenjiang tilted his head slightly, burying his face in his food. Suddenly, he paused, jerked his head up, food still on his lips, his face filled with astonishment.

"You mean our son and that girl Xiao Ye?"

Zeng Ling remained silent, only smiling.

"No way?"

Chen Zhenjiang slurped the food into his mouth, wiped his mouth, and subconsciously glanced at Chen Dong, who was busy at the cash register outside. "I think the kids' relationships are pretty much the same. Aren't Han Ning'er and Jiang Lina almost the same?"

"They look similar, but they're actually worlds apart. Jiang Lina clearly spends more time with Liu Yumo, Han Ning'er has a good relationship with our son, and Wanwan is even less of a concern. In all these years, when has our son ever brought a girl home?"

Zeng Ling rolled her eyes, too lazy to talk to Chen Zhenjiang. Most men are rather oblivious when it comes to relationships, and Chen Zhenjiang is indeed not good at it.

"You mean, love has helped our son grow up?" Chen Zhenjiang pondered, finally arriving at this conclusion.

"A person's change never happens without a reason. There must be a reason. The learning in this area must be because of Wanwan, and the cooking skills should have been cultivated at their training base. I just don't know who it was for," Zeng Ling said.

"How long has that learning base been established, and it already has such good cooking skills?" Chen Zhenjiang looked at the delicious food in his hands, somewhat incredulous.

"Compared to changes in grades, what's a little thing like cooking skills?"

It is true.

He knew all too well how well the brat was doing in school. He had given up hope, but he never expected him to get back on track and even pull off such a huge surprise.

If you can do all that, learning to cook is no big deal.

"What I'm curious about now is, whose side does our son lean towards?" Zeng Ling looked at Chen Dong at the cashier, her face full of loving smiles, tinged with a gossipy curiosity.

She knew Han Ning'er; they were very close in junior high, but it seemed neither of them had any romantic feelings for each other. She had also heard gossip about her son's high school life.

We only recently started hanging out again, so it's probably just a pure friendship. And judging from our interactions during the New Year's holiday, it's more like a brother-sister relationship.

If she had to guess, she thought it was Ye Wanwan.

After all, Chen Dong had known Han Ning'er for so long and hadn't changed much, but after getting to know Ye Wanwan, he changed completely. It's highly likely that it was Ye Wanwan.

Otherwise, how can we explain such a sudden and drastic change in our son?

Absolutely.

The case is solved; love helps people grow.