Aunt Zhang laughed and said, "None of us are as lucky as Mrs. Yan Senior, having a writer as a daughter-in-law."
"Yes, yes." The big sister knitting beside her chimed in.
Mrs. Yan Senior felt even prouder to be complimented like this and quickly said, "It's alright, you're all flattering me so much, I'm becoming a little embarrassed."
"This isn't flattery, a writer is amazing! Maybe she could become the next Bingxin!" another big sister said.
Mrs. Yan Senior chuckled twice, and suddenly felt a lot more favorable towards Gu Fuqiao.
By the time evening came and they returned home, Mrs. Yan Senior saw Yan Zhen Guo lying on the sofa watching TV, while the kitchen door was closed. She walked to the kitchen, opened the door, and saw Gu Fuqiao wearing an apron, bustling around inside. Mrs. Yan Senior coughed.
Gu Fuqiao heard the sound, turned around, and was somewhat surprised to see Mrs. Yan Senior behind her.
