"Isn't it? After all, I've taken care of you for so many years! Stop talking and get to work!" Feng Yuzhi didn't want Yan Huan to be clueless after marriage, despised by her husband and in-laws.
"No, I won't." Yan Huan threw the potato back into the basket, "It's okay, I've got Ji Chuan who can't do it either. He can cook!"
"You're just lazy!"
"Old Comrade Feng, I'm not good at this cooking thing. It's better you do it!" Yan Huan wrapped her arms around Feng Yuzhi's neck, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and turned to leave the kitchen.
"Let's see what you'll do when you can't cook and have nothing to eat!" Feng Yuzhi, unable to get Yan Huan to work, simply started busying herself.
As Yan Huan came out of the kitchen, Qin Jian's family of three arrived.
The little guy Ning Chenyang saw Yan Huan and happily dashed over: "Godmother!"
"Yangyang! My godson!" Yan Huan joyfully hugged him, kissing his cheeks twice, "Have you been a good boy lately?"
