Sure enough, it's a little white rabbit, Lin Qiao couldn't help but smile, and casually said: "Madam Tingfan is good to you."
The young man's face inexplicably flushed red, and he stopped speaking, lowering his head to continue making egg dumplings.
At this moment, a tender voice suddenly rang out, "Little auntie."
Upon hearing it, Lin Qiao quickly went out and saw a three or four-year-old child, the great-grandson of the Wang Family next door.
She reached out and picked him up, teasing him with a smile, "Pangtuan, did you smell something tasty and came over?"
"Yeah, smells so good, eggy aroma." Pangtuan hugged her neck, his big dark eyes staring at her.
Lin Qiao carried him into the kitchen, "Your little uncle is still working on it, I'll give you some to eat once it's steamed." She couldn't help but pinch his chubby cheeks with one hand as she spoke.
Pangtuan nodded happily, "Little auntie, you're so nice."
