Mrs. Ding finished speaking and stood up to go to the kitchen.
She left the couple some space.
Ding Ruoshui watched her mother's back as she walked away and whispered, "My mom looks like she's about to show off her cooking skills again."
"Tomato fried with tomato?"
"Yeah! Today, you'd better not use your chopsticks too much, or I can guarantee you'll be eating this weird combination at every meal from now on."
"No problem, it's the thought that counts..."
"Nice, playing the dedicated son-in-law!" Ding Ruoshui nodded slightly, "Let's go play in the basement."
"Basement? Play?" Lin Xiaosu's eyes slowly widened.
"Don't think too much, there's no bed in the basement! My kind of play is very different from yours..." Ding Ruoshui got up, walked to the elevator, and pressed the button.
The two went down to the basement.
Lin Xiaosu was a bit curious.
Before entering the Ding's Villa, he had asked Ding Ruoshui whether their villa cost a hundred million.
