He might not know much about Liang Zu's daily habits, but he was still very familiar with other aspects of Liang Zu's life.
Liang Lan was different. She was a mother, but she did not know what her daughter liked or disliked. Even the clothes she bought for her daughter were always too small. She did not even know which grade her daughter was in school.
Xiao Yu had always been taken care of by Liang Lan's mother or sent to stay with Liang Lan's mother-in-law. She had not even taken care of her for a single day.
Now that she thought about it, she felt very ashamed.
"I… I'll take note next time," Liang Lan said softly.
"When you have time, call my wife and get her to teach you," Chen Hu said smugly.
"There's no need to trouble her. I'll be more mindful," Liang Lan said. She did not want to embarrass herself.
The food was about done. Qiao Qiang lifted the lid of the big pot and steam came out immediately, making the smell even stronger.
