Zhu Qianying accompanied Old Madam Yan on a stroll in the garden. When they returned for lunch, both Old Madam Yan and Zhu Qianying looked much brighter than when they left. Clearly, both Old Madam Yan and Zhu Qianying had truly let go of some things.

While the two were out, Yan Bo made a special call to a medical authority he knew to consult about what Yan Han had just said. Then, he called a senior lawyer to consult on some matters as well.

After Madam Yan came to her senses, she stopped worrying about Yi Wei. In any case, she had confidence in her husband and son. Those who needed to be arrested and punished would be dealt with properly and neatly. She and Zhu Qianying didn't need to worry about this matter.

"Ying'er, your mother hasn't had a chance to tell you yet, has she?"

"say what?"

For some reason, Zhu Qianying immediately thought of Luo Yifan.

"She said she had made up her mind and decided to attend that international food expo!"

Although this result was basically within Zhu Qianying's expectations, she was still very happy to hear the definite answer.

"Great! My mom finally has the chance to become a famous chef!"

From childhood to adulthood, Zhu Qianying has mostly worried about her mother, and opportunities to feel proud of her mother like this are truly rare.

However, she believes that such opportunities will become more and more frequent.

"Yes, your mother can finally hold her head high! It seems she's much more capable than Takeozumi's wives!"

Yan Bo looked at the two women on the table and said, "This is the difference between relying on your husband and relying on yourself!"

Yan Bo was right, but Old Madam Yan glared at him and said, "Oh, so you told me to leave the Tong family's mess alone and marry you to be a rich wife?"

Zhu Qianying had never heard of this gossip before, so she immediately showed great interest.

"Dad, I never knew you could be so domineering! I always thought you were afraid of Mom!"

Yan Bo now gives the impression of being a henpecked husband. Of course, Zhu Qianying knows that it's just respect and pampering, not real fear.

“Ying’er, tell me, what woman wouldn’t be happy to hear her husband say, ‘You’re working so hard, quit, I’ll support you’? Of course, this isn’t a command, but a guarantee, and also a promise. Besides, I know your mother can’t possibly be content to come back and be a rich housewife.”

Originally, Zhu Qianying only wanted to hear some gossip, but she was persuaded by Yan Bo, much to her dismay.

...

In the evening, Yan Shao returned home, expecting the house to be gloomy as usual. To his surprise, the atmosphere was peaceful, and his wife even cooked a delicious meal for everyone.

When the little boy heard his grandma say that Mommy was cooking today, he happily threw his schoolbag on the sofa and skipped into the kitchen.

"Mommy, did you make my favorite tangerine peel pork ribs?" she asked, standing on tiptoe and peering intently at the kitchen counter.

Zhu Qianying glanced down at the little guy, who was covered in sweat, and clicked her tongue twice.

"You have so many favorite foods! A couple of days ago, your favorite was crispy roasted pigeon, and the week before that, it was baked shrimp with cheese. So, what is your favorite food?"

The little boy blinked, then tilted his head back and said with a grin, "I love anything Mommy makes the most!"

Zhu Qianying smiled and shook her head, "Where did you learn that glib tongue of yours?"

Zizai glanced warily at the kitchen doorway, then cheerfully replied, "I learned it from Daddy!"

Zhu Qianying chuckled. She thought the little guy and his father were already as close as brothers, but she didn't expect that even if they were like brothers, they would still be ruthless when it came to stealing.

"What did you learn from me, hmm?"

Young Master Yan, who followed them in, probably didn't hear the conversation that had just taken place.

"I want to learn from you how to coax Mommy..." The little guy changed his mind very quickly.

"So, you were just trying to fool me?" Zhu Qianying deliberately exposed her.

The little guy didn't seem to realize that his mother was teasing him. He thought his mother was angry, so he nervously rushed over and hugged her waist, rubbing against her back.

"Of course not! I love Mommy's cooking the most, even more than Grandma's!"

Yan Shao walked over, grabbed his son's forehead with his large hand, and thumped it a few times.

"Silly boy, your mommy is just teasing you!"

The little guy then peeked forward and looked at Zhu Qianying carefully for a few moments before letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Mommy, you scared me to death!"

Of course, he was just pretending.

Yan Shao covered his eyes, leaned over, and kissed Zhu Qianying hard on the lips.

"Why don't you take a proper rest? You can let the chef do this."

Zhu Qianying didn't respond to him, but Zizai grabbed Yan Shao's hands and pulled them down forcefully.

"Daddy, what are you doing? It's just a kiss, why are you covering my eyes!"

Zhu Qianying also found it strange, as Yan Shao sometimes seemed quite conservative in this regard.

"Son, stop talking nonsense!"

Surprisingly, Young Master Yan actually started to assert his parental authority over the little guy.

"Mommy, you have to tell Daddy to behave! He's yelling at me!"

But the little guy is no pushover either; he knows when to seek effective protection.

Zhu Qianying was too lazy to deal with the father and son's nagging. "Alright, you two can go out now. Stop making such a racket, it's so annoying!"

So, the father and son, who had been forcibly kicked out of the kitchen, glared at each other and walked away, complaining to each other as they went.

"Hmph, it's all your fault! Mommy gets angry as soon as you go in!"

"It's your fault! When I went in, your mommy was clearly already angry!"

The father and son argued about trivial things, but ended up going into the washroom together.

A few minutes later, the older one came out carrying the younger one. The two of them were whispering and laughing loudly, looking incredibly intimate. They were nothing like the noisy children they had been just a few minutes earlier.

"Xiao Han, come here!" Although Madam Yan's mood had basically returned to normal after Zhu Qianying's guidance, there were still some things on her mind.

Yan Shao put the little guy down, and the little guy ran off to play in a flash.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"Did you go back to Tongjia Village this afternoon?"

Young Master Yan nodded, "Mm!"

"Be careful, don't make too much noise." Old Madam Yan looked worried.

"Mom, what are you thinking?" Yan Shao sighed helplessly.

Madam Yan looked around, then nervously lowered her voice and asked, "Aren't you planning to use torture on them?"