Cheng Su is still very filial. Although she doesn't often see Cheng Xiaodong, she's like a little cotton-padded jacket—always considerate. Seeing Cheng Xiaodong occasionally eat very little at home, she felt for him.
However, when it comes to cooking, she has ideas but no patience, so...
"Uh, are you talking about Uncle? He can't eat?" Xia Yueqing seemed a bit puzzled.
Previously, she saw Uncle eating with a good appetite, finishing a whole bowl of rice in one go. Though it wasn't much, it didn't seem like he had a poor appetite.
Cheng Su nodded honestly, quite helplessly, "Yeah, just half a bowl and he's done. I heard it's like this every day. No wonder he's so thin."
This description didn't quite match Xia Yueqing's impression.
She thought about it and agreed, "Alright, if you ever want to learn, just let me know."
She thought her cooking skills were average, and her sister-in-law was even better.
