After sitting for a while, Lin Qiao went to the kitchen to help. When Song Tingfan saw her going, he quickly followed, one behind the other into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Song An was rolling up his sleeves and cooking, his movements skillful, as if he often did this.
Lin Qiao was a bit surprised and instinctively looked at Song Tingfan. He wasn't surprised at all, obviously knowing that Song An often cooked.
Mrs. Song's fortune sure isn't just a little good; it's overflowing. Her own husband earns money, cares for the family, doesn't mess around, and cherishes people.
Actually, not only did she think so, the whole village did, even Song Mei and Song Hao, the siblings, felt a bit.
Yet, Mrs. Song was always making a fuss, not knowing to restrain herself. If it were another man, he would have hit her long ago.
Washing vegetables, Mrs. Song saw them and gave a dissatisfied glare, coming to eat meat at the house again!
