I Became Popular in the Entertainment Industry Thanks To Doting

Madam Xiao took a bite of the dish and put it in her mouth, with a satisfied and natural smile on that beauty's face.

"Mom, how is it?" Tang Yaoyao was looking forward to it.

"It's delicious. I'm used to eating the delicacies of the sea and the mountains. This taste is nostalgic." Madam Xiao said, pushing Xiao Zhenqiao's arm: "Husband, don't you think? The food made by my daughter-in-law suits my appetite."

Xiao Zhenqiao only took a small bite and catered to Mrs. Xiao's words: "Yeah."

"It's the same as me." Mrs. Xiao missed them when they had gone through so many ups and downs.

It's been so long, it's cherished.

Xiao Zhenqiao paused and said, "Compared with you, of course you are the best."

Madam Xiao didn't seem to be embarrassed: "What do you say, don't talk sweetly in front of your children, don't be ashamed."

Xiao Zhenqiao is not a sweet talker, and he speaks very little. Many words come from the bottom of his heart and he needs to learn.

On weekdays, Mrs. Xiao likes to listen to him. It is rare for him to speak, and his heart is warm.

But her son and daughter-in-law were there, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

Xiao Zhenqiao coughed, solemnly: "Let's eat."

Tang Yaoyao cooked the lunch. In order to join in and ate everything, she watched Xiao Jinhan eat a lot.

She couldn't believe it, the whole family was so supportive.

I thought I was a chef.

"Is it so delicious?"

Xiao Jinhan's handsome face was triumphant: "As long as you make it, I have to eat clean."

With such a wife, he is still not satisfied.

Tang Yaoyao's cooking is quite satisfactory, not unpalatable, and not particularly delicious.

Home-cooked dishes, delight is love.

Xiao Zhenqiao and Madam Xiao were in the living room. The two watched TV. Madam Xiao couldn't help but cry when she saw the heart abuse part.

Xiao Zhenqiao handed out tissues and said, "TV shows are all deceptive, don't cry."

Mrs. Xiao was moved by the plot inside, crying too hard, and replied, "I know, but I'm so touched."

Leaning against Xiao Zhenqiao's arms, Xiao Zhenqiao patted her back comfortingly.

Tang Yaoyao felt very warm when she saw them. Her family was all kind and happy, which was what she wanted most.

Don't stay in a fragmented home full of calculations.

Perhaps in the early years, Tang Yaoyao's life was too cold and mean.

She feels very fulfilled now.

One world, to another heavenly world.

"My parents' relationship is really good."

Xiao Jinhan encircled her waist from behind and said in a low voice, "In the future we will only have better feelings than them."

"How do you know?" Tang Yaoyao raised her eyebrows: "A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost."

"Have you heard a word?"

"Ok?"

"One generation is stronger than one generation." Xiao Jinhan is extremely serious: "Especially the aspect of doting his wife."

"..."

In the afternoon, Madam Xiao watched TV for a while and was sleepy.

Xiao Zhenqiao escorted her back to the room, checked the time, and ran to the kitchen alone.

After the meeting, there was a rhythmic sound of ping-pong-pong.

The movement became louder and louder, which aroused Tang Yaoyao's curiosity.

She went downstairs to the kitchen and took a look, and saw Xiao Zhenqiao raising his sleeves, wearing an apron, and holding a kitchen knife in his hand, cutting chicken.

He had never done anything like this before. He was unfamiliar with his sword and looked indifferent, but he was very focused.

The appearance in an apron looks like a good husband who dotes on his wife and children.

Dad looked cold, but he was very warm inside.

This is Tang Yaoyao's first opinion.

Tang Yaoyao couldn't help but smile.