Madam Xiao picked up a piece of food, put it in her mouth, and a satisfied and natural smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"Mom, how is it?" Tang Yaoyao asked expectantly.

"It's delicious. I'm used to eating delicacies all the time, but this taste is so refreshing," said Madam Xiao, nudging Xiao Zhenqiao's arm. "Husband, don't you think so? Your daughter-in-law's cooking suits your taste, doesn't it?"

Xiao Zhenqiao took only a small bite and echoed Madam Xiao's words, "Mmm."

"Just like I was back then." Madam Xiao reminisced about their past, how they had weathered so many storms together over the years.

It's only after so much time has passed that we truly cherish it.

Xiao Zhenqiao paused, then said, "Compared to you, of course you are the best."

Madam Xiao seemed a little embarrassed: "What are you saying? Don't say sweet words in front of the children. Aren't you ashamed?"

Xiao Zhenqiao is not a sweet-talking person and speaks very little. Many of his words come from the bottom of his heart, and he still needs to learn from him.

Madam Xiao usually enjoyed listening to him, and it was a rare treat for him to speak, which warmed her heart.

But with her son and daughter-in-law both there, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Xiao Zhenqiao coughed and said seriously, "Let's eat."

Tang Yaoyao cooked lunch and ate it all to show her support. She noticed that Xiao Jinhan ate a lot.

She could hardly believe that her whole family was so supportive.

They think they're a master chef.

"Is it really that delicious?"

Xiao Jinhan's handsome face showed a smug look: "Whatever you make, I have to eat it all."

With a wife like that, what more could he ask for?

Tang Yaoyao's cooking is decent, not bad, but not particularly delicious either.

Simple home-cooked dishes bring joy.

Xiao Zhenqiao was in the living room with his wife, watching TV. When Mrs. Xiao saw the heart-wrenching part, she couldn't help but shed tears.

While handing over tissues, Xiao Zhenqiao said, "TV dramas are all lies, don't cry."

Madam Xiao was so moved by the story that she couldn't stop crying. She replied, "I know, but I'm just too touched."

As she spoke, she leaned against Xiao Zhenqiao's chest, and Xiao Zhenqiao patted her back comfortingly.

When Tang Yaoyao saw them, she felt a warmth in her heart. Her family was harmonious and happy, which was what she longed for most.

No need to stay in a broken, calculating home.

Perhaps in her earlier years, Tang Yaoyao's life was too cold and harsh.

She feels very fulfilled now.

One world, then another heavenly world.

"My parents have a really good relationship."

Xiao Jinhan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and said in a low voice, "From now on, our relationship will only be better than theirs."

"How do you know?" Tang Yaoyao raised an eyebrow: "Men's words are deceitful."

Have you ever heard the saying...?

"Um?"

“Each generation is better than the last.” Xiao Jinhan said with utmost seriousness, “especially in terms of spoiling their wives.”

"..."

In the afternoon, Mrs. Xiao watched TV for a while and then got sleepy.

Xiao Zhenqiao escorted her back to her room, checked the time, and then went to the kitchen alone.

After a while, a rhythmic clattering sound came from inside.

The commotion grew louder and louder, arousing Tang Yaoyao's curiosity.

She went downstairs to the kitchen and saw Xiao Zhenqiao with his sleeves rolled up, wearing an apron, holding a cleaver and cutting chicken.

He had never done this before; his swordsmanship was clumsy, his expression was cold, yet he was very focused.

The way he wore the apron made him look just like a loving husband who dotes on his wife and children.

Dad may seem cold, but he has a warm heart.

This was Tang Yaoyao's first opinion.

Tang Yaoyao couldn't help but smile.