"Luoluo, stop talking." Yu Chenshi propped up her exhausted body and walked up the stairs.
Yu Luoluo quickly followed her. "Grandmother, I'll help you."
Other people didn't feel sorry for grandmother, but Yu Luoluo did. In the past, there was only her and grandmother in the house. Cooking was easy. Sometimes, Yu Chenshi cooked, and sometimes Yu Luoluo cooked.
However, Yu Luoluo wasn't very good at cooking. Yu Chenshi didn't like her food, so she wouldn't allow Yu Chenshi to cook. However, Yu Luoluo would always help and therefore, it was easy to make a meal.
Now, there were more people in the house, including two men. Zhang Chao and Zhang Zihao were lazy and didn't contribute to the preparation of food at all. Their appetites were huge, and they were extremely picky. Cooking one meal made Yu Chenshi extremely tired.
