After everyone was seated, Mr. Nie, unable to contain his excitement at the moment, took a few sips of liquor and, with his arm around Gu Yichen's shoulder, began to say:
"My son-in-law, let me tell you. When I first went to your mother's family home to meet her parents, I was so nervous! I'm not good at speaking, but I can cook well. Just like you, without a word, I rushed into the kitchen and made them a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast. You wouldn't believe it, but as soon as my father-in-law and his family tasted that meal, they were instantly won over!"
Gu Yichen's lips curled into a faint smile, "Is that so?"
"It's not a coincidence, but a case of like father, like son-in-law!" Mr. Nie laughed, unable to close his mouth from joy.
A man who can cook well must be someone who treats his wife tenderly.
Seeing the appetizing spread before them, Mr. Nie's affection for his potential son-in-law, Gu Yichen, grew even more.
Across the table, Mu Anran looked utterly bewildered.
