Luo Wenbao turned around and saw the two people coming back. He didn't smile and said, "You guys sit down first. It will be ready in a while."

In fact, Tang Xiaobao had been observing his father-in-law's expression.

Now, he dared not sit down.

Hey, my father-in-law seems unhappy.

Luo Ya took Tang Xiaobao to sit on the sofa and poured him a cup of tea.

Tang Xiaobao drank tea and looked at the house, feeling a little surprised and touched.

Luo Wenbao, a high-ranking member of the municipal party committee, was born into the Luo family, one of the four major families. His home was really simple.

There are three bedrooms and a living room in the house, but there is no valuable furniture.

However, it is arranged neatly and elegantly.

You can't tell at all that this place was cleaned up by Luo Wenbao, but you can see that he is a person who likes cleanliness and tidiness very much. This is not an effect that can be achieved on the spur of the moment.

Luo Wenbao lost his wife at an early age and never remarried. It was really not easy for him to raise Luo Ya with all his heart.

Suddenly, Tang Xiaobao was filled with gratitude and admiration for Luo Wenbao.

"I'll go see if there's anything I can do for you in the kitchen."

Tang Xiaobao stood up.

He figured out something...

Luoya was surprised.

"Need not."

Luo Wenbao had actually come out, holding a bowl of chicken soup in his hand.

This is a stewed old hen.

Tang Xiaobao and Luo Ya blushed immediately.

"Come on, wash your hands and get ready for dinner. I've also made some pigeon soup. Wait, I'll serve it."

Luo Wenbao went to the kitchen again.

Tang Xiaobao and Luo Ya's faces turned even redder.

Needless to say, Luo Wenbao knows everything now, but the question is, can you not be so meticulous?

This kind of soup stewing is what women do. You are overthinking it. It's so embarrassing.