"Uncle, you must be hungry too! Try this tomato scrambled egg and see if it's good!" Ye Anxin cheerfully picked up some steaming tomato scrambled egg and placed it in Mu Beiting's bowl.
This was her favorite dish to eat; whenever she cooked, she made it without fail! Because she loved it, she hoped Mu Beiting would like it just as much.
Mu Beiting still maintained his calm demeanor, slowly picking up his bowl and chopsticks, and eating gracefully, as if the bustling world had nothing to do with him, and neither did the people around him.
Father Ye watched Mu Beiting swallow and, although he had many complaints about him, dared not express them, so he turned to Huo Junmo, saying, "Mr. Huo, you should eat too! These dishes were all personally made by our Anxin, so don't be picky!"
In his view, a son-in-law should please his father-in-law. Among the people he knew, which son-in-law didn't treat the father-in-law like a revered ancestor!
