"To keep Mom from starting a property dispute, I'll buy lots of yummy stuff to shut her up."
The two women joked and bustled about. It seemed that cooking was a joyful task for them.
Before long, the delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen, making people's mouths water.
"Yingying, serve the dishes," Shen's mother, contentedly looking at the color, aroma, and flavor of the fully prepared dishes, commanded with a proud wave of her hand.
"Yes, Chef," Han Yingying playfully winked as she carried the dishes out.
As she came out, she saw Shen Mosheng.
Maybe she had been in the kitchen too long, but as she looked up, the light seemed dazzling, blurring her vision. She momentarily froze.
"Yingying, why are you standing there holding the dishes? Hurry and put them down; don't burn yourself," Shen's mother exclaimed worriedly as she came out and saw Han Yingying foolishly standing with the dishes in her hands.
