"Dean Xiao, isn't this just flattering me?"
Su Xiaomeng herself couldn't figure out any difference between the porridge she made and the ones made by others.
She started learning to make porridge from Bai Sixian.
In the past two years, Su Chengji had been through two rough patches; she only knew that the porridge her mom made for Dad was done this way.
"Tsk tsk... Brother Yin, you say it yourself, isn't your wife's porridge top-notch?"
Su Xiaomeng hurriedly glanced at Yin Shixiu, genuinely waiting to see what he would say.
Yin Shixiu held the porridge, just a bowl of plain porridge, gently stirring it with chopsticks... the slightly cooled top layer slid into his mouth.
"No one else can make this kind of flavor."
Being praised, no one would feel upset.
Even though there was quite a bit of flattery and bootlicking between Yin Shixiu and Xiao Anhe, Su Xiaomeng felt a warmth in her heart.
"What? Mrs. Yin thinks we're just flattering you?"
