Yes, President Chen's emotional wounds were now being entirely mended by gourmet food.
"This soup is really nice."
"Lin Xu, is it too much trouble? Why don't you stay over tonight? You can teach Auntie Liu how to make it, then we can have it anytime."
"Right, teach her so we can drink it whenever we want."
Listening to his father-in-law and mother-in-law's request, Lin Xu nodded and said, "Okay then, I'll teach Auntie Liu tonight."
Shen Baobao perked up at this. Aha! Staying on Yingchun Street for a couple of days before going back home—this is pure bliss!
After everyone had finished a bowl of soup, Shen Guofu looked at the leftover tomato beef brisket on the table and asked, "Mom, are you going to eat this tonight?"
Old Madam Shen, still thinking about the pickled cucumbers Lin Xu had made, shook her head. "No, I'll just make some millet porridge tonight. I ate too much at lunch and feel a bit overfull."
