Shen Xinglan was amused by Aunt Zhou's old cuteness, played along with her with a shocked expression, and put her hands on her cheeks:
"Wow, our ancestors were imperial chefs! Could that mean I'll get to enjoy many delicious dishes from now on?"
"Yes, yes, there will be all kinds of delicacies. From exquisite dishes to pastries, it can be different every day of the year." Aunt Zhou looked at Shen Xinglan with twinkling eyes gradually misted with tears, her gaze filled with fondness.
Shen Xinglan: "?"
"Madam, I will take good care of you in the future and treat you as my own child."
Aunt Zhou was teary-eyed, overwhelming Shen Xinglan.
"Aunt Zhou, what's going on?" Shen Xinglan was completely puzzled about what Aunt Zhou meant.
"The young master told me everything. I didn't plan to take up work originally, but he came to my house personally and told me about your situation."
Aunt Zhou decided to sit down, she took Shen Xinglan's hand, with no change in her eyes.