Li Bie Sao glanced at Tang Yaoyao before replying, "She returned an hour ago and is now in the study with the master."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yaoyao couldn't help but recall the scene in the study.

However, she had never seen Xiao Jinhan and her father spending time together, so she really couldn't imagine it.

Qin Song walked over at this moment and said, "Madam, dinner is ready. Please eat while it's hot."

Tang Yaoyao was taken aback: "Didn't we just get back? How come it's so fast?"

"It was the master's instruction to prepare in advance."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yaoyao felt a warmth spread through her heart.

Such a mother and such a father gave her nothing but healing, without a single bad thing.

She smiled and said, "Mm."

Upon arriving at the restaurant, they saw a table laden with delicious food. Unlike typical wealthy families, this place didn't have a whole table of food prepared for just three people.

It was a simple meal, yet exquisite and heartwarming.

Qin Song added, "Tonight, the master will cook himself."

Qiao Yanzhi's eyes were already fixed on the steamed egg custard. Even if Qin Song didn't say anything, she knew that it was Old Fu who had cooked it himself.

Tang Yaoyao first tasted the shredded potatoes. The taste wasn't particularly delicious, but she felt it was the best green pepper and potato shredded dish she had ever eaten.

This deliciousness comes from the heart.

Su Mei held her chopsticks tightly, not daring to move her mouth.

She never imagined that one day she would dine with Qiao Yanzhi, let alone eat the delicacies cooked by Boss Fu himself.

Seeing that she was sitting there stiffly without moving, Qiao Yanzhi asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

"I...I..."

I contacted them twice, but there was no follow-up.

Tang Yaoyao knew she was nervous, so she put some food on her plate and said, "Eat up, sister."

That word "sister" finally put Su Mei at ease.

Having met her in this life, she has learned contentment.

...

study.

The father and son sat on the sofa.

There were already three or four empty bottles in front of me.

Xiao Jinhan's handsome features were tinged with a touch of burgundy. He had unbuttoned two buttons on his white shirt, giving him a more refreshing and carefree look compared to his usual cold and noble demeanor.

Fu Jiang leaned back lazily on the sofa, holding a wine glass, and looked at him: "Want some more?"

Xiao Jinhan didn't say anything, but picked up his wine glass, clinked it with his, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

The fiery liquor burned as it burned down his throat, fueling his fighting spirit.

Father said that as long as he could outdrink him, he would not pursue the matter of him abducting Sixteen.

If you can't outdrink him, you can't give him sixteen.

He doesn't drink much on weekdays, except on sleepless nights when he might have a drink or two to get slightly tipsy.

I didn't think the wine was particularly good, but tonight's wine was exceptionally mellow and sweet.

I drank for an hour, but I wasn't drunk at all.

He filled Fu Jiang's cup again, then looked up at him and asked, "Dad, how did you manage to win over Mother back then?"

Fu Jiang clinked glasses with him again: "Naturally, it was drinking that won her heart."

Xiao Jinhan believed this.

I remember my mother telling me when I was little that my father looked very handsome when he drank.

He picked up his glass again and drank it down in one gulp.

Fu Jiang saw that he was squinting, his eyes seemed to be filled with countless emotions. If it weren't for the fact that he had given blood to Yao'er out of gratitude, it would have been more than just drinking.

I lit a cigarette and took a short break.

She turned her head to look at him, seemingly still unwilling to believe that he was Yao'er's lover.

Or perhaps, even the return of her daughter feels like a dream.

He frowned slightly and asked, "How far have things progressed for you two?"