Lingling is pregnant, so you can make her some fresh fruit juice.

As for her, since arriving here, she hasn't had a chance to drink alcohol due to health reasons.

I don't know how much alcohol I can drink now.

Yan Xiao saw Wen Qinghe's eyes light up and assumed she was just craving food and eager to share it with her friend.

Yan Xiao had no objection; on the contrary, he thought that perhaps the little girl could eat more if she was with her friends.

"Then, what flavor would you like to eat, Qingqing?" the man asked in a low voice.

Wen Qinghe's eyes lit up, and she said eagerly, "I want to eat the lemon spicy flavor, is that okay?"

After receiving the man's affirmation, she excitedly ran into the space and took out two packets of crayfish seasoning and a few fresh lemons.

Then, she handed Yan Xiao the video of her making lemon spicy shrimp from last time, and asked expectantly, "Like this! Can you make it?"

Yan Xiao took the tablet and was greeted by a group of handsome men with very different styles.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at the little girl casually.

Wen Qinghe awkwardly touched her nose and looked away.

The man suppressed his sourness, glanced through the document, and quickly memorized the steps.

"Sure, this isn't difficult."

Wen Qinghe's eyes lit up with surprise, "Then I'll go find Lingling and tell them to come over for dinner tonight!"

Yan Xiao chuckled helplessly, "That's not urgent. Qing Bao should go and have breakfast first."

...

It wasn't even evening yet.

Feng Tiezhu was summoned by Yan Xiao to work.

In Yan Xiao's eyes, no one but his beloved wife can freeload.

Wen Qinghe was originally sitting in the pavilion chatting with Tang Lingling, but then she saw the two men busy running around.

I couldn't help but get up and want to volunteer.

"Should I help out too?"

Yan Xiao took out a small plate of pine nuts that he had peeled during the break from tending the fire, and sent the person away like a child.

"Honey, the fumes here are bad for your skin. Let's go play outside."

Feng Tiezhu, who had been busy working around the pot, touched his not-so-smooth face and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, he's thick-skinned!

Wen Qinghe felt a little embarrassed, after all, it was she who suggested inviting Lingling and her husband to dinner.

What's the point of keeping the guests busy in the kitchen the whole time...?

Yan Xiao seemed to read her mind. "Honey, he's a rough guy with thick skin. There are some dried fruit on the table in the main room. If you're hungry, eat these to tide you over."

Having said that, Wen Qinghe stopped insisting.

Yan Xiao breathed a sigh of relief once he was sure the girl was no longer insisting on helping.

When he turned around, he saw Feng Tiezhu looking at him like he was a heartless man.

Yan Xiao frowned. "What are you standing there for? Get to work!"

Feng Tiezhu said, feeling annoyed, "Oh."

really.

A wife is the apple of one's eye, while brothers are just weeds by the door.