Little Huzi smiled, "Mom, are you tired?"
Noticing her son being so polite and understanding, Meng Yunhan was touched by his words, even if she felt exhausted, "Mom's not tired."
Little Huzi was now three years old, and the second half of the year would see him off to kindergarten.
Meng Yunhan, holding Little Huzi's hand, went to help in the kitchen.
"Dad, Ahao will be back soon too."
Meng Yunhan was about to cook, this week, it was mostly her father who cooked.
"Dad, I'm so fortunate to have you." Otherwise, looking after Little Huzi, she'd also be worried about her son catching a chill outside. As for her mother-in-law's place, she didn't want to hear complaints from her sisters-in-law.
Father Zhao didn't show much on his face, but he felt warm inside.
Understanding that his daughter was busy and Ahao was working, looking after Little Huzi over the years, he felt more and more youthful.
