On the way, the three of them went to the supermarket, and Lin Qingyao held Song He's hand all the way, and I didn't know that I thought they were mother and daughter, how could ordinary mother-in-law and daughter-in-law be so close.

Considering Song He's body, Lin Qingyao chose light dishes, but in order not to bring psychological pressure to Song He, she insisted that she couldn't eat spicy food.

Yang Zhuolin had eaten with Lin Qingyao a few times, and knowing her taste, he couldn't help but glance at her more, but he happened to meet her gaze, and his eyes were facing each other......

They didn't notice that Song He on the side was secretly observing, she was not simple, she raised her posthumous son alone, and she also kept her husband's compensation from the Yang brothers.

Although Yang Zhuolin had a good foreshadowing in the early stage, and Lin Qingyao performed well, the eye contact just now made her suspicious, but she instantly restrained the doubts on her face.

When she got home, Song He was going to cook, Yang Zhuolin was worried that she was too weak after being discharged from the hospital, so she didn't agree, and Lin Qingyao also came over to help persuade her.

In the end, the cooking fell on Yang Zhuolin, Lin Qingyao chatted with Song He in the living room, and accepted her all-round side knocks without dead ends.

Lin Qingyao originally thought that she had passed the test, but she didn't expect Song He to give up at all, and she couldn't catch the problem, so she had to quietly ask Yang Zhuolin for help on her mobile phone.

Yang Zhuolin was also afraid that his mother would find out the truth, so when he received the news, he shouted in the kitchen: "Yaoyao, come and do my brother a favor." ”

Lin Qingyao answered, and was just about to get up when Song He stopped her: "Let Mom go, the heavy kitchen fumes are not good for your skin." ”

Song Hegang saw that Lin Qingyao had used her mobile phone and guessed that she might exchange messages with Yang Zhuolin, so he deliberately prevented her from going unless she colluded with her.

Yang Zhuolin is Song He's son, and it is much easier to deal with knowing oneself and knowing oneself, so Song He naturally didn't get any useful news.

This is the first time Lin Qingyao has eaten the dishes made by Yang Zhuolin, and the taste is not bad, after all, he would help Song He share the burden when he was a child, and he often cooked abroad.

Song He hadn't given up the temptation, and suddenly asked Lin Qingyao after eating well: "Ah Lin's cooking skills are good, right?

"Huh?" Lin Qingyao's reaction was quite fast, "How is this possible, but it's the first time we've eaten it in our own home." ”

Yang Zhuolin answered: "I've been a little busy at work recently, and I'll cook it for you every day after this period of work is on the right track, as long as you don't get tired." ”

"Don't worry, I promise you won't get tired unless you cook the same dish. Lin Qingyao deliberately waved her chopsticks, "But then I'll hit you." ”

Yang Zhuolin smiled slightly: "Can you beat me?"

Lin Qingyao pouted: "I can't beat it, but can you beat a woman?"

Song He saw that the little couple was flirting and scolding in front of her, and it was very natural, and the doubt in her heart disappeared a little, but it did not disappear completely.

A meal is enjoyable, Yang Zhuolin and Lin Qingyao are indeed very similar to a young couple, but only they know what they are thinking about each other.

After the meal, Lin Qingyao wanted to wash the dishes but was stopped by Song He: "The hand is a woman's second face, how can you do this kind of thing, leave it to Ah Lin, it's a rough man." ”

Lin Qingyao, who could only eat and drink, was a little embarrassed: "Where is he rough? This white-skinned person is about to catch up with me." ”

Song He suddenly said in surprise: "Have you seen it all?"

"Huh?" Lin Qingyao was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red and coquettish, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

Yang Zhuolin didn't close the kitchen door, and when he heard this, his hand couldn't help shaking, and a good plate shattered to the ground.

Song He, who heard the noise, looked towards the kitchen: "Ah Lin, what's wrong?"

Yang Zhuolin pretended to be calm and said: "It's okay, my hand slipped and I didn't hold it steady, and I dropped a plate." ”

Song He was about to get up as he spoke: "Did you hurt your hand?"

Lin Qingyao hurriedly stopped Song He: "Mom, I'd better go and see it, you go to rest, it's best to sleep for a while at noon." ”