A princess soaked in honey for decades, whose delicate hands have never touched spring water, is saying she wants to cook herself today? Won't that scare the living daylights out of everyone?
Everyone knows this about the Song Family, whenever Ya Ying steps into the kitchen, nothing good comes out of it.
In her early years, when she went with Uncle Song to the Northwest for research, she waited every day for her uncle to come home and take care of her.
And oddly enough, her uncle was willing to do so.
Jiang Muwan wondered if it was still not too late to turn back.
Just as she had this thought, Ya Ying, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen. With a smiling face, she approached Jiang Muwan, her gaze tenderly fixed upon her.
She clutched Song Sishen's arm and sweetly called out, "Auntie."
"Come inside, it's cold outside," she said to Jiang Muwan.
