Rong'er nuzzled into Qian Jiyun's chest before turning his head to speak to his mother.
"Okay." An Jiuyue was initially stunned by her emptied hands. She simply nodded at her son after he called out to her.
For some reason, there was a sense of sourness in her heart.
They are father and son, after all. Despite only knowing each other for a few days, they are already intimate. I can't compare to that.
"I'll cook, but you'll still have to start the fire, Rong'er."
She knew that Qian Jiyun would have to leave eventually and did not want the boys to become too reliant on him. She had never asked her children to light a fire or wash the vegetables. This was the first time she initiated and called Rong'er to the kitchen with her.
Wei Na thought, that's what they call jealousy.
Rong'er did not suspect anything and nodded happily. "Okay!"
