An Ning nodded. "Of course, I know."
Wen Rufeng looked at her. "Then why are you still brewing herbal soup in the office every day?"
An Ning playfully stuck out her tongue. "You know about that? I thought you didn't know?"
"This company is mine. Do I not know what's happening in every room? Never be too confident, and don't take others for fools. Everyone knows what's going on, they just don't say it."
An Ning somewhat caught her mother-in-law's underlying message. She pretended not to understand. "Mom, look, this is the soup I made. You should drink some quickly, or it'll get cold and won't taste good!"
Wen Rufeng opened the lid, and the strong smell of herbs immediately wafted out. "What's this? Chinese herbs?"
"This is a soup recipe I learned, and it has some herbs in it!"
"I won't drink it." Wen Rufeng put the lid back on.
An Ning was dumbfounded. Did her mother-in-law think she was trying to poison her? "Are you worried there's something wrong with the soup?"
