What was wrong with this fellow now? Was he experiencing menopause?
She pouted and cast her spoon aside. She held the bowl and drank the soup directly from it.
She finished and smacked her lips in satisfaction before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
She had fun with the children in the afternoon, and she hadn't felt so cheered up in ages.
She decided not to hold a grudge against him regarding his terrible attitude for fear it would affect her current mood.
She finished the meal and helped Aunt Zhang clear the dishes away.
Aunt Zhang declined her help, but Xuxu insisted. She put on a floral apron and a pair of gloves to scrub the dishes.
And she scrutinized each piece of cutlery under the light before disinfecting them.
After washing the dishes, she saw Aunt Zhang kneading dough at another corner. "Aunt Zhang, why are you kneading dough this late at night?"
