After spending the whole night in the cold spring weather, Ye Yuwei eventually came down with a cold.
Not only did she not wake up in the morning, she was also blessed with a runny nose.
Xixi laid down next to Ye Yuwei and kept touching her forehead with her small hands. She was very worried about her mum.
At that very moment, Ye Xicheng was in the kitchen, fuming.
"No, not like that! Why did you slice it so thickly? You need to remove the skin first."
Ye Xicheng, although still young, was more well versed in cooking than his father. He was pacing in the kitchen agitatedly. His dad was indeed devoid of the cooking skill.
Gu Juexi looked at the badly chopped ginger on the chopping board. He frowned and picked up a piece, wondering how to remove the skin.
