Having her mother's twilight years settled made Zhu Qianying overjoyed. That evening, she personally cooked a lavish dinner and eagerly awaited the two grandpas' return for a hearty meal.
They say a chef's mood affects the taste of the dishes. Having eaten meals cooked personally by Zhu Qianying lately, the two grandpas had become rather picky eaters. Even so, they savored every dish on the table that night, with the little boy shaking his head and smacking his lips, his mouth full of oil.
"Mommy, what did you use to cook tonight's dishes? They're exceptionally delicious!"
Even the usually disciplined Eldest Young Master Yán had half a bowl more rice than usual that night.
"Is it because something good happened?"
Young Master Yán couldn't help but be curious. But he clearly had more insight than the little boy.
"Ha... You guys are sharp indeed!" Zhu Qianying couldn't hide her joy.
