"Hehe. Mom, don't you worry. Didn't you see Great Aunt Lin still bustle around with the cooking? The food won't cool off that quickly." Qin Xue, seeing Lin Cuiping busily cooking while her mother sets the table, smilingly assured her mother.
"Stop joking around. Hurry up and go wash your hands with Molin. Can't you see even pregnant Fang Xiu is waiting to eat?" Nangong Shulan watched her distracted daughter, constantly worried about her. Fortunately, she didn't have to live with her in-laws; otherwise, there would surely be endless criticism.
