Song Jinze and Xiao Yi hadn't been busy for long when Ye Zhenzhen woke up.
Feeling some movement, Song Yuchen, who was half asleep, didn't even open his eyes and snuggled into Ye Zhenzhen's arm with a soft whimper, "Mommy, is Daddy outside cooking?"
He heard the sound of chopping vegetables.
"That should be it."
No sooner had Ye Zhenzhen finished speaking than Xiao Chen heard Xiao Yi's voice outside the tent, "How come the production team's ingredients don't even include a rolling pin?"
"Ah!" Xiao Chen exclaimed as he climbed out of the covers, "It's Brother Yi!"
"No, it's Uncle Xiao Yi!"
"Mommy, I'm going to go take a look first, you can sleep a bit more!" The little guy exited the tent excitedly.
Outside the tent, Song Jinze was halfway through chopping vegetables. Being unfamiliar with cooking and cutting slowly, the process was quite slow.
