Qin Xue put down the fire poker, exited the kitchen, and saw her parents and husband. Seeing Chu Molin treating this place like his own home and helping around, Qin Xue felt a strong sense of contentment. This was a rare phenomenon.
That's because in many households, the son-in-law is usually treated as a guest and does not lift a finger to help. Much less carry out tasks with such great attention to detail, regardless of how big or small the task is.
"Alright, everyone, come wash your hands. The meal will be ready soon." Qin Xue said. She had been cooking and steaming sweet potatoes concurrently. The food she cooked was simple, without any frills.
"Alright, Xue'er, you've worked hard." Chu Molin quietly said as he approached Qin Xue.
"What are you saying? This is my responsibility. Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner. Stop fooling around." Qin Xue playfully gave him a shove when her parents weren't looking.
