Song Tingfan pondered seriously for a moment, then timidly asked, "Sister-in-law, is it not allowed?"
Facing his pure and innocent eyes, Lin Qiao felt a sense of self-doubt.
Is it not allowed?
It should be fine.
She quickly looked away, "It's fine, but little brother, you're an adult now, it's time to find a wife. When the time comes, sister-in-law will look after your children."
Song Tingfan, not knowing what he was thinking, blushed to his neck. Lin Qiao noticed and chuckled inwardly, thinking that the villain was like a weepy little bunny or a pure little virgin.
She didn't tease him any further and, upon spotting a roadside pancake stall, decided to buy a pancake to cheer up the "child." "Auntie, how much for the pancakes?"
"One cent for vegetable, two cents for meat," the middle-aged lady with a grey headscarf deftly making pancakes replied.
Lin Qiao took out two copper coins for her, "I'll have a meat one, auntie. Add more meat, I'll come often."
