Tang Junye’s mood was extremely complicated.
She doesn’t like Haitong as her eldest daughter-in-law very much, knowing that her eldest son also married Haitong to repay his mother-in-law’s kindness.
I thought Zhan Yin wouldn’t be tempted.
I never thought that Zhan Yin’s heart would be moved in three months.
Although Haitong has Mrs. Shang as her backer, no matter how rich the merchant is, it has nothing to do with Haitong.
Tang Junye would not look up to Haitong just because of Mrs. Shang’s existence.
It’s just that her excellent self-cultivation prevented her from saying anything or doing anything to Haitong.
The one who wants to live with Hai Tong is Zhan Yin, not her.
Zhan Yin knows whether it is suitable or not, and whether his life is good or not.
As long as Zhan Yin doesn’t dislike Haitong’s identity and background, and doesn’t care about other people’s ridicule, it’s fine.
“Zhan Yin is cooking?”
Tang Junye said quite unexpectedly: “He hasn’t cooked for a long time.”
Hai Tong closed the door of the villa, entered the house with her mother-in-law, and smiled as they walked: “He boasted that his cooking skills are very good. I am not convinced, so let him cook and show me his hands. Mom, wait a minute.” You also taste the dishes made by Zhan Yin, and comment on whether his dishes are delicious or mine.”
There was a little smile on Tang Junye’s well-maintained face, she said: “Ayin’s cooking skills are not the best among their brothers, the best cooking skills are the sixth one, and the sixth son has liked it since he was a child.” Staying in the kitchen and cooking all kinds of dark dishes for more than ten years has made him the one with the best cooking skills.”
Zhan Liushao is Tang Junye’s youngest son. He did not work in the Zhan Group, but started his own business. Naturally, he entered the catering industry and has already made some achievements.
“The home-cooked dishes you cook are not bad. Compared with Ah Yin, Mom likes to eat your dishes.”
“I haven’t eaten the dishes made by Ah Yin for a long time, and I forgot the taste.”
Hai Tong smiled: “Then mom came by coincidence, I’m going to have a good taste of Zhan Yin’s cooking later.”
Tang Junye nodded and hummed.
After Zhan Yin took over the Zhan Group, he was very busy every day and had no time to cook. In addition, he lived outside all the time and rarely went back to his old house. Tang Junye, a mother, really hasn’t tasted the eldest son’s food for a long time. The dish was burnt.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law talked as they walked, the atmosphere was well adjusted by Haitong.
At first, Zhan Yin was a little worried that his mother would shake his face. After cooking the last dish, he hurried out of the kitchen and wanted to go out of the house when he saw the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law coming in, talking and laughing.
He stopped, a smile on Jun’s face.
He knew that he didn’t have to worry about Haitong.
She will adjust the atmosphere between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and will not let his mother pick her thorns.
“mom.”
Zhan Yin called his mother gently.
“You can smell the aroma when you come in. It seems that your cooking skills have not deteriorated.”
Tang Junye praised his son, and said to Haitong: “Haitong, work harder, practice more, and you will surely surpass him.”
“Mom, you haven’t tasted it yet. Maybe Zhan Yin’s cooking smells delicious and tastes bad. When he loses to me, let him cook and practice cooking every day. During the Chinese New Year, show your parents your hands.”