The usually quiet Xiao Lou became much livelier after the Bai Family entered.
Fireworks long missing were set up in the living room.
Plates of fragrant dishes emitted gentle wisps of smoke.
The earthen stove was used, with Bai Yifan responsible for stoking it, his face smudged black.
As he wiped his face, Bai Yifan grumbled, "Dad, why do I always have to do the fire stoking?"
Growing up in the city, the only time he used an earthen stove was when his grandparents did.
It's been months since the apocalypse began, and he hasn't stoked a stove in ages; he's a bit rusty now.
"If you don't stoke it, who will?" Bai Anhai said with a silent eye roll.
Doesn't he know his own position in this family?
Bai Yifan pouted a bit, saying nothing further.
Alright, alright, he gets it, isn't it just that his position in the family is low?
"Mom, when are you going to have a third child?" Bai Yifan sidled up to Wang Yiyun with a grin, "Just in time to give us a little brother!"
