She decided that no matter how inedible her son's cooking was, she would eat it to show her support.
But upon entering the living room, Yin Xueyang was somewhat taken aback.
Everything was not quite like what she had imagined?
The dishes that her son had made could be described as having all the attributes of good food – they looked appetizing and smelled delicious, which made her doubt whether her son had secretly hired someone to cook the meal.
"Son, how come you're so good at cooking?"
"This is what you call talent, Mom. Don't you know whose son I am?"
"You're good at sweet-talking."
Li Zhiyan took off his apron in the kitchen.
Then he carried over a steaming bowl of brown sugar water.
"Mom, I prepared this for you, and I even added some ginger, but it didn't spoil the taste. It's perfect for dispelling the cold."
Li Zhiyan acquired this culinary skill during his previous life when he was with Su Mengchen.