Zhang Yang was a bit stunned. "Auntie, do you know something?"
"No... that's impossible, right?" Tang Tiantian was also feeling uncertain.
Zhang Yang stopped thinking further. "I'll go outside to help, you just take care of the child."
After saying that, Zhang Yang headed to the kitchen. Mrs. Tang initially wanted to chase Zhang Yang out, but Mr. Tang interjected, "Haha, since that's the case, you ladies go look after the child, and us men will cook."
Zhang Yang nodded with a smile. "Sure, Auntie."
Mrs. Tang chuckled. "Alright then, your uncle is the head chef; you just assist him."
After Mrs. Tang left, Zhang Yang got busy and started chatting with Mr. Tang.
Soon, the conversation drifted to Tang Tiantian's marriage.
"Lin Fucheng was a scoundrel. Back then, I must have been blind to let my daughter marry him."
