"Dad said he gave you the recipe. Remember to make it for me when you get home, and see if you can make it better than Dad."

"Look how greedy you are! I'll cook it for you if you want some. From now on, I'll make the dumplings and I'll cook them, okay?"

“Sure, Mr. Rong.”

"Dad said that a wife is someone you marry to cherish, not someone you order around to do housework and cook."

Su Yinwan gave him a big thumbs up.

"Ah Jing, try these steamed dumplings and pan-fried dumplings too, they're very good."

Su's mother used serving chopsticks to put some dumplings on Rong Jing's plate and hurriedly called out to him.

Rong Jing took a bite. The thickness was just right, with a soft and chewy texture. The filling was fresh and juicy, and it was indeed delicious.

"Xiao Wan did a great job preparing this filling," Su's mother reminded Su Yinwan of her contribution.

"Wanwan is still the best."

Rong Jing rarely praises people.

Only in his eyes was Mrs. Rong perfect in every way, and the more he looked at her, the more he liked her.

It's a classic case of beauty being in the eye of the beholder.

Su Yinwan smiled at him, thoroughly enjoying his praise.

At the dinner table, Mr. Su kept putting dumplings on Mr. Su's and Mrs. Su's plates, and although he was a little too busy to keep up, he was happy to do so.

Su Yinwan and her husband also took care of each other.

The atmosphere at the meal was warm and pleasant.

"Oh, isn't this Xiao Wan? What brings you back to see Grandpa, rich lady? I thought you'd forgotten about the Su family after you started living the life of the wealthy."

At that moment, a sharp and sarcastic voice that Su Yinwan recognized very well came from the living room.

The family, who were having dinner, turned around and saw that the person was Zhou Man, the eldest daughter-in-law of Grandpa Su and Su Yinwan's aunt.