While chopping wood, An Ning secretly observed the polite Jiang Xia, making mental notes.
No wonder Lin Cuihua liked Jiang Xia so much.
It seemed like every elder who met Jiang Xia liked him a lot.
An Ning felt that this, too, was a kind of skill.
She had learned quite a few "life lessons" from being around Jiang Xia.
Over there, Jiang Xia felt An Ning's gaze and straightened his back. He carried the groceries into the house, rolled up his sleeves, and immediately started to work.
As he worked, he gradually took over all the most difficult tasks.
After An Ning finished chopping the wood, before she could even go inside, she saw two people standing rigidly at the doorway.
An Guoming and An Guoping.
The two of them stood like Door Gods, one on the left and one on the right, arms crossed as they stared at the busy person in the kitchen.
An Guoming: 'That Jiang Xia kid is up to no good.'
An Guoping: 'Brother Jiang Xia is so capable.'
"What are you two doing?"
