"Yingzi, your cooking skills are truly exceptional; even the chefs at state-run restaurants might not match up to you." Mrs. Huang looked at Li Hongying with a warm smile, having eaten quite a bit today, the taste so good she couldn't stop herself.
"Next time you come over, auntie, I'll cook for you again." Li Hongying replied with a smile. She sincerely liked this Mrs. Huang, who possessed a distinguished temperament but was free of any airs, seamlessly fitting in wherever she went with her genuine gaze. No wonder she raised such a good son and grandson, and her daughter-in-law was kind-hearted too.
"Oh yes, that's a deal then." Mrs. Huang nodded happily.
After the meal, as Mrs. Huang sipped tea, she clutched Li Hongying's hand and said, "Yingzi, I'm getting old, and what weighs on my heart is our family's Bao... Xiaobao."
