Looking at his children, Jiang Ying felt happy.
He had never thought that he would have a child, or even a child with Ning Yue. It felt good.
"Why are they eating pastries?" Ning Yue couldn't help but purse her lips as she looked at the pastries.
The pastries were delicious, but they were on the road. They would get tired of them. Fortunately, she was prepared.
At the thought of this, she went to a carriage filled with things and dug out charcoal, pots, and some simple stands. These were all things from her space, but they were common on the streets.
Jiang Ying wanted to step forward to help, but other than knowing how to carry things, he didn't know anything else. He could only watch Ning Yue do it.
After a while, a simple stove was set up.
"Use this charcoal to keep you warm. Get someone to get some firewood later," Ning Yue said to Jiang Ying.
