Shen Jiayue was still groggy from sleep, but when she saw the steamed cakes in the basket, she instantly perked up.
"Mom, what's this?"
"Steamed cakes. Lin Xu really liked these when he was little. I don't know if you'll like them, but if you don't, I can make you some pancakes right now."
Hearing they were her Lin Xu's childhood favorite, Shen Baobao immediately picked one up and said, "I like them, I like them a lot! I super like them!"
Chen Meijuan watched her daughter-in-law with a smile. It amused her that Shen Jiayue claimed to like the cakes without even tasting them; she was becoming almost joined at the hip with her son. No wonder, Chen Meijuan mused. Last night, Yueyue's mother asked her to go home and rest, but the girl immediately chugged her Sour Plum Soup in one gulp and then pretended to be drunk, sprawling on the dining table.
