"Oh, my memory! I was going to take a bowl of stew over to your Godfather and Godmother, but as soon as I saw you come back, I forgot everything."
Hearing this, Kang Li put down her bowl and stood up, "Mom, sit and eat. I'll take it over to Godfather and Godmother."
Luo Yanqing: "Xiao Li, you keep eating, I'll go."
"There's nothing to argue about with such a small matter. You, Mom, and the kids start eating, I'll be back in no time."
Heading to the kitchen, Kang Li grabbed a small enamel bowl with a lid from the counter, walked to the stove, opened the pot lid, and started scooping the stew into the enamel bowl.
Of course, the small enamel bowl was washed clean. After all, it was kept on the counter and regularly used in the kitchen, so it couldn't have a layer of dust.
Besides, both Kang Li and Luo Yanqing are a bit OCD about cleanliness, and Cai Xiufen has always been quick and efficient; no need to mention the kitchen's hygiene.
The Song Family.
