When Yan Xinrou decided to cook, Liou Qingcheng panicked, "Don't we have Ms Zhao (the maid) at home? You don't need to cook!"
"Hmph, but Ms Zhao's food isn't as delicious as Lin Tian's. Don't you want to eat the food your husband makes?"
"Uh..." Liou Qingcheng thought for a moment and finally nodded, "I do!"
Lin Tian couldn't help but chuckle, finding this mother-daughter bickering rather amusing.
Suddenly, Yan Xinrou took a couple of sniffs near Lin Tian and asked, "Why do you smell like another woman?"
The hand Lin Tian was using to hold the chicken soup trembled slightly, almost spilling it.
Before Lin Tian could explain, Liou Qingcheng quickly interjected, "Yan Xinrou, is your nose broken? That's clearly my scent."
"You're fooling me too! Do you think your mom is that easy to trick? Can't I distinguish between your scent and others?" Yan Xinrou said, glaring.
