The air is filled with the delicious taste of mushroom soup, mixed with the faint smell of steamed sea bass. This should be a warm smell, but at this moment, it is like an invisible net, tightly binding everyone in the Qin family restaurant, making people breathless.
When Shen Mo put down the spoon, the porcelain bowl collided with the table and made a crisp "click".
The voice was very soft, but it was like a thunder, causing the mother-in-law Liu Ping across the dining table to suddenly raise her head.
"Silence! What's your expression? Do you think the soup I made doesn't taste good?" Liu Ping's voice was as sharp as scratching the glass with her fingernails, causing pain to the eardrums.
Silence didn't speak, just looked at her calmly. He could even clearly see the saliva splashing from the corner of her mouth due to excitement, reflecting the tiny light under the crystal lamp.
In the past three years, this scene has been played out countless times. He's already used to it.
"Mute? I'm asking you a question!" Liu Ping slammed his chopsticks on the table, and the soup splashed out, leaving a greasy yellow spot on his clean cuffs. "I work hard outside to earn money to support my family every day, and you just work as a hands-off shopkeeper at home. You can't even serve a bowl of soup! What evil did I do in my previous life to recruit a loser like you into the house!"
