Mrs. Yu was already up, sitting by the dining table waiting for Qian to eat. As Qian walked over, she uncovered the dish.
"Our Laomao, ever since he got married, has become quite the homemaker. When he was at home, he acted like a lord, making us serve him. But coming here, he's riding on your coattails and gets to eat the food made by our son."
Qian knew she wasn't complaining, just joking around.
The shameless things Yu Laomao did at home made the whole family grind their teeth in anger. Seeing him become so domestic after marriage, his mother couldn't help but tease a bit.
"Mom, if you don't mind, you can stay here and have him cook every day." Qian was equally good with words.
Mrs. Yu was delighted to hear that.
She wouldn't actually come to stay, it was just talk. Being with Qian was simply comfortable.
After flattering her mother-in-law, Qian lowered her head to look, and was speechless. What on earth is this?
