She earns a high salary here, and Shu Ying has never treated her like a nanny. Here, she gains respect and realizes her own value, so even if it's hard work, it's all worth it.

Compared to my past life in the countryside, this place is practically my ideal utopia.

Xie Zhiyan felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't want to show it too obviously, so the atmosphere of the meal was very strange, and Shu Ying could only try to mediate.

"Sister Song is very capable. She grows all the vegetables in the yard. I originally wanted to learn from her, but I don't even recognize all the grains yet, so I have to start from the basics."

Song Zhaodi added another bowl of rice for Shu Ying. She was very confident in her cooking skills, and Shu Ying always gave her face. Since arriving in the capital, she had gained 5 pounds.

“What’s the rush? With me here, I’ll make sure you and the children have fresh vegetables to eat. Your hands shouldn’t be stuck in the mud. You’re destined for great things. From now on, leave these household chores to me. Just do what you’re supposed to do.”

Xie Zhiyan smiled and took another sip of soup, which tasted almost exactly the same as the soup Huang Meiling used to make when he was a child.

He couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of bloodlines; they had never met before, yet they shared many similarities.

Perhaps it was telepathy, or perhaps it was destiny, but he glanced at Song Zhaodi out of the corner of his eye and quickly looked away.

Before this matter is settled, we should not disturb anyone, lest we end up disappointed.

“Then I should learn from Sister Song. I’ve been so busy with work that I haven’t had a chance to spend time with my child and Yingying. I’m also a part of this family, and I should take responsibility for things in this family.”

Song Zhaodi nodded in satisfaction. She could tell that Shu Ying had her own ambitions and would worry that if she were replaced by another man, she would be more outstanding than herself.

Xie Zhiyan's ideological awareness was obviously higher. Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "That's how a couple should live. Only by understanding each other, supporting each other, and respecting each other can they go the distance. Yingying, I'm really happy for you."

The children's father was a reasonable man and also took great care of Shuying.

Shu Ying felt even more heartache. Originally, Song Zhaodi should not have grown up in such a predicament. She had a happy and fulfilling family, loving parents, and a relatively well-off family. If she had not gotten married, she would probably have had a very good job. If she had gotten married, at least her partner should have been a good match and would not have been abusive or abusive.

The Song Zhaodi who grew up in this way would not be as timid as she is now, nor would she be as delicate and pretentious as Xie Wanying.

The meal was very satisfying. During the meal, Shu Ying's gaze became complicated several times. Song Zhaodi felt that she had something to say, but Shu Ying hesitated each time, so she didn't say much.

When Shuying is ready to speak, she will naturally come and tell her. All she needs to do is wait patiently and be a quiet listener.

After dinner, Xie Zhiyan volunteered to wash the dishes.

“I noticed you all seemed quite busy in the yard today, with so many orders left. Why don’t you go and discuss it with Comrade Li Qingqing first? I’ll take care of the things at home.”