A meal in the evening, Su Wen thoroughly enjoyed.
"Not bad at all, Yingying. I didn't expect you to be so skilled in the kitchen."
With a mouthful of shrimp and scrambled eggs, the taste was so delightful that Su Wen almost trembled.
Hearing Su Wen's praise, Ding Yingying's face was a mix of happiness and shyness. She was too embarrassed to reply and just kept serving food onto Su Wen's plate.
Su Wen was not shy about it either, scarfing down two bowls of rice before finally leaning back with a satisfied burp.
Ding Yingying, content with herself, began to clean up the dishes in the kitchen, while Ding Xiaocai pulled Su Wen aside for a chat.
"What do you think? My Yingying has been helping with household chores since she was a child, never resisting cooking or doing laundry."
Ding Xiaocai, sipping his cheap liquor, couldn't stop singing praises of his daughter. "And look at my daughter's figure. You can tell she's got the right stuff for bearing children."
