Aunty Wang refused to admit that her skills had improved because of her cooking classes.
He Xiyan smiled but she did not call her out and only put another two pieces of meat into Chen Jiahang's bowl. "Jiahang, please eat more. You've worked hard the past two days," she said.
Chen Jiahang nodded, picked up the bowl and started to wolf his rice down. He was extremely hungry because he had done a lot over the past two days.
However, he didn't feel that his hard work was in vain. He didn't mind working hard if it meant that he would be earning more money to improve their standards of living.
After he finished eating, he led He Xiyan to their private bedroom, an elegantly decorated bedroom that was more than 30 square meters. He Xiyan had personally decorated this bedroom and she had also painted the oil painting that hung on the wall.
