"Zhan Xiaoyao, should we buy more snacks? Or else, how about a vegetarian Manchu Han Imperial Feast for our dad? If you're too busy, how about I personally cook to show my filial piety?"
From 'your dad' to 'our dad,' from acting begrudgingly to nearly venerating his father-in-law as a deity, Lord Quan the Fourth's transformation was both amusing and infuriating.
"Enough, quit your acting!" Shaking off his flattering hand, Zhan Se picked up a bag for him.
"Ha! Isn't this because I'm afraid our dad won't like his son-in-law?"
Zhan Se rolled her eyes and ignored him.
This time, with Lord Quan the Fourth's hustle, it seemed like she had nothing to do; picking out vegetables, purchasing, being diligent and meticulous, he handled everything so smoothly. With such a serious demeanor, no one would guess that this man was the head of a military intelligence agency, nor would they guess that he typically kept a gentleman's distance from the kitchen...
