Yan touched her head and reassured, "Don't worry, there won't be any deviation."
"Huh?!" Zhu Qianying was confused with his equivocal assurance.
Yan explained, "Your mother's and your cooking are superb, where can we find a third person to surpass you? Besides, even if one exists, they may only be considered superior by others but in our baby boy's eyes, probably no one could ever surpass the food prepared by you and your mother."
Zhu Qianying disagreed, "That's not necessarily true, in case our son's future wife, in other words, our daughter-in-law, is a master chef."
Eldest Young Master Yan did not respond to her statement. After all, who can predict what will happen in the next ten or twenty years.
The two did not dwell on this issue any longer and started discussing about Luo Yifan's sons.
"Uncle Luo, when would your sons arrive? I can arrange for someone to pick them up."
