Herve nodded, his eyes fixed on the roast chicken in the oven, "Sweetheart, it's been a while since you cooked one of my favorite dishes for me."
Yan Yan wasn't moved at all and retorted, "Did you marry me to make me your cook?"
Herve was taken aback, "Of course not, how could I bear to?"
Yan Yan led him outside, "Come sit in the living room for a bit, there's something I want to discuss with you. You may need to go out with your son to deal with some personal matters."
Herve let Yan Yan lead him without protest, but upon hearing it was something regarding their son, he frowned unhappily, "Sweetheart, our son's an adult now. Shouldn't he handle his own issues? Why involve me?"
Yan Yan looked at him with a teasing smile, "Oh, you don't care about our son; do you also not care about the future daughter-in-law?"
Herve's eyes slightly lit up, "Is Niannian here too?"
