As Zhu Qianying cooked, she watched with satisfaction as Yan Shao played with the two children outside. The thought of her close friend and her daughter returning soon made the heavy burden in her heart feel a lot lighter.
The dinner was sumptuous, filled with dishes that Yan Shao and the two little ones loved, filling up the table to the brim.
After getting some exercise with the children, Yan Shao's appetite was surprisingly good. The table full of meat and vegetables was almost devoured in no time.
The corners of the two little ones' mouths were full of oil as they ate. Zhu Qianying usually didn't mind, believing that kids should be allowed to eat heartily.
Yet, Yan Shao was different, or perhaps it was a habit, noticing the oily faces of the children, he couldn't help but use a wet towel to wipe their mouths every now and then.
