Lady Wu had been keenly observing the commotion outside. When she saw Wu Zhongbao come out and head to the kitchen for a while, then return to the room with a bowl, and later emerge with the empty bowl, looking pleased, she couldn't help but smile. Had her daughter-in-law softened?
She quietly opened the door and gestured to Wu Zhongbao, motioning him to come over. In a hushed tone, she asked, "Is your wife showing you a good face?"
Wu Zhongbao nodded happily. "My wife said she likes the brown sugar egg dish I make and wants me to prepare it for her every day!"
He couldn't be prouder!
Lady Wu couldn't bear to look at her foolish son directly, but her heart, which had been tense, finally eased.
If it were any other mother-in-law, she might have found fault, thinking her son made brown sugar egg and didn't consider his own mother—wouldn't that be unfilial?
