"Made by Auntie?" Ning An looked surprised, yet also somewhat flattered. "I had no idea Auntie's cooking was so good, thank her for me!"
Every time she visited the Xu Family, it was Mr. Xu who cooked, while Mother Xu seemed like the type of wealthy lady who wouldn't soil her hands with spring water, let alone cook. She hadn't expected that the other party would personally cook, and the soup was delicious.
"Don't say you're surprised; even I didn't know she could make soup." If Mr. Xu hadn't testified himself, he would have doubted whether his mom had taken credit for the maid's work.
"It seems I've benefited from Uncle's influence," Ning An said smilingly.
"I rather think that my dad benefited from yours." After all, his mom hadn't cooked for many years, and suddenly she did, specifically instructing the soup to be delivered to this girl.
It was clear that his mom had always had this girl in mind.
