Transmigrated as the Mother of the Abused Male Lead in a Tragic Novel

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Chapter 52
"Oh my god, my mother-in-law!"

Wang Wenhao came out from the backyard and saw Ding Sha standing on a stool holding a wooden board against the wall, seeming to be making measurements.

He rushed over in alarm, "You're going to scare me to death! If you need anything, just call me, call me and I'll come right away!"

"If my master sees this, I'll be done for!"

"It's not that serious," Ding Sha got down from the stool, "You happened to come by, so take a look too, see if it's appropriate to put this here."

"I should take a look? Look at what?" Wang Wenhao asked as he took over the wooden board and turned it over to see three big characters written.

Wang Family Dishes.

Wang Wenhao stopped moving and didn't say anything more.

"I discussed it with A-Jun yesterday," said Ding Sha, "He said it's time for you to get in touch with your grandfather's recipes. And coincidentally, Uncle Wei also made these name plaques and stuff, so it's suitable to take them out now."

"Mother-in-law..." Wang Wenhao didn't know what to say.

His father had given the recipes away. He had no reason to shamelessly ask for them back, let alone make people take him as a disciple and specially put up plaques for his family's Wang dishes in their shop.

Wang Wenhao wiped his face and said, "Uh, mother-in-law, I will definitely cook well."

Ding Sha hmm-ed and patted his shoulder, "We've seen that you have good talent, just wasted before. If you had followed Old Master Wang to learn cooking since you were little, you would definitely be better than what we can teach you."

"But the past can't be chased. Let bygones be bygones. Focus on learning well and cooking well now, you understand?"

Ding Sha said more to make sure he could get over that hurdle.

"I understand, mother-in-law. Don't worry, I will definitely not overthink it. I'll do whatever master tells me to do."

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"You little rascal, how come I didn't see you being so obedient before? If you had listened this much earlier, I could have lived a hundred years longer!" Wang Zhengyang's voice came from the door.

Wang Wenhao was stunned. "Dad!"

Wang Zhengyang humphed. "Your mom was worried, so she asked me to come take a look."

"I'm fine, dad. Tell mom not to worry. I will definitely carry on grandpa's recipes gloriously." Wang Wenhao swore earnestly.

Wang Zhengyang's complexion softened somewhat. He looked at Ding Sha with a smile, "Boss lady, this stinky kid of our family just has thick skin. If he does wrong, go ahead and beat or scold him. He's not the sort to hold grudges."

"Oh oh, that's right, what my dad said," Wang Wenhao nodded his head rapidly, "If I don't do it right, just directly scold me."

Ding Sha didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Why is everyone standing?" Xiao Jun came back. He had just returned from the baby store to buy formula for Little Ping An who was going to be weaned off breastfeeding.

Xiao Jun carried back piles of milk powder. Ding Sha quickly went to take them from him, "You bought so much?"

"Ping An has a big appetite. Auntie Zhao said the last few days he would fuss to eat two feeds before sleeping at night. When I hugged him before I left, wow, he's gained quite a bit of weight." Xiao Jun didn't let her touch it and carried it to the back himself.