"Mom, sit down and try this. It took me a long time to teach Daddy how to make this." Shen Nian mischievously stuck out his tongue at Lian Jing, then pushed the spoon into her hands. "This is Mom's favorite lotus root pork rib soup."
Shen Yin smiled and took a sip. The soup had a rich fragrance. Her eyes lit up as she looked at Lian Jing and praised him. "President Lian, you're such a good cook. You're much better than me."
"I'm glad you like it." It was rare for Lian Jing to sit shyly opposite Shen Yin. Seeing that she liked it, he filled a big bowl of soup for her. He specially placed a few pork ribs in her bowl, that had been braised until they were soft.
"Daddy, you're so biased. I want some too." Shen Nian could not help but act coquettishly with Lian Jing.
It seemed that their interaction in the kitchen had bridged the gap between father and son.
