Jiang Wang slept in Jiang Nanqing's room, since he was rarely home, so that's what everyone decided.
As for when he comes back, little Jiang Wang will sleep with Jiang Nanqiu.
There are also two rooms on the left, one for Jiang Anxia and the other for Jiang Nanqiu.
Yes, in those impoverished times, both Jiang Anxia and Jiang Xing had their own rooms.
In Jiang Anxia's view, the Jiang family does indeed spoil their daughter more.
"Xiaxia is coming in." Father Jiang looked at his little daughter as she entered the room with kind eyes.
He, his wife, and his eldest son all knew that Jiang Anxia had gotten up, but they didn't call out to her.
"Where is your sister-in-law?" Jiang's mother asked, frowning, after looking around for a long time without seeing Zhou Laidi.
"Sister-in-law went to cook," Jiang Anxia replied obediently.
"Time to cook! Okay! I'll go help her." Jiang's mother stood up and walked straight out.
That person must be so tired, and they didn't even bother to call her.
“Then, Dad, eldest brother, third brother, I’ll go help Mom and sister-in-law too.” Jiang Anxia let go of Jiang Wang’s hand and then turned to walk towards the kitchen.
"This girl, she can't cook at all!" Mr. Jiang muttered under his breath.
"Dad, why don't you say it in front of Xiaxia!" Jiang Zhuohua rolled his eyes speechlessly.
You only talk about her behind Xiaxia's back. If you have the guts, say it to her face!
"Third Uncle, Dad and Grandpa are fighting again." Little Jiang Xing looked helplessly at Jiang Nanqiu, who was holding her.
"Let them make a fuss! It's fine." Jiang Nanqiu reached out and tidied the little girl's messy hair.
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