In less than ten minutes, the deliverymen managed to set up everything before leaving the villa quietly.
"Thank you."
Li Qingcang handed the delivery receipt back to the workers.
"That's our job."
After the workers had left, Li Qingcang went to the kitchen.
Although Li Qingcang grew up in a well-to-do environment, he was not the kind who did not know anything about housework.
Furthermore, his military training had taught him many things. There was an extraordinary air about him.
Li Qingcang quickly cooked the porridge and washed the vegetables. Although he did not wear an apron, there was still a very homely air about him.
The light of the evening sun shone brightly in the sky, casting a pale gold hue on his back view.
He was very attentive and conscientious while at work in the kitchen.
"Qingcang."
Ye Tianxin was woken up by the smell of the porridge. She walked into the living room, rubbing her eyes.
