"Ning Chu’s cooking skills are getting better and better."

The carefully braised pork was tender and chewy. When the spoon scooped it up, the pork skin wobbled, shimmering in the light with a glossy reddish-brown hue.

"When she was in college, she couldn't even cut the potatoes into strips for me, and whenever she entered the kitchen, she only made things worse," her mother smiled as she placed the braised pork into Wen Yang's bowl. "You eat so well every day, yet I don't see you gaining weight?"

"I work out for an hour during lunch breaks, and usually, Ning Chu’s cooking is a bit sloppy—how could she spend hours on meals every day?"

Wen Yang teased his wife with a smile. Though he was still a little reserved in front of his mother-in-law, this kind of restraint seemed more like a playful child showing respect to elders rather than the distance they once had.

"Don't work too hard. You should still pay attention to your health. Ning Chu complains to me every day that you're always working at home and never have time to spend with her and Shujun."

"Mom, I never said that!"