Just as the meal was almost ready, there was a knock on the door. An Jia wiped her hands, "You keep busy, I'll get the door."
"Okay."
An Jia walked to the door and was somewhat surprised to see the two people standing there. "Dad, Mom, what are you doing here?"
Without any notice, they suddenly appeared here.
"Your dad happened to be on a business trip nearby, so we thought we'd stop by to see you." As Mrs. An entered, she caught a whiff of the aroma coming from the kitchen. "You're cooking!"
"Uh, yes." An Jia nodded, remembering Secretary Song was still inside.
Mrs. An said, "When did you even learn to cook?"
The An Family is a prestigious one that always insisted on raising their daughter with wealth. Although An Jia was only an adopted daughter, her parents doted on her as their only child and never let her do any hard work since childhood.
"I'm still learning," An Jia replied. "Why don't you both sit down first?"
