Shen Zhiyi's eyes were filled with warmth as he saw that both the old man and the child cared so much about him.
She rubbed Jiang Ziqian's soft head and said in a flattering tone: "Ziqian, don't be angry with your aunt. I just have something urgent to do."
"My aunt is a fashion designer for a grandmother in the county town. A big shot is coming tomorrow! Our clothes are made for the 'big shot', so we have to hurry!"
If Zhou Ping hadn't told her, she really wouldn't have remembered that she hadn't even had dinner.
Shen Zhiyi smiled: "Hehe, I'm really a little hungry. I'll go to the kitchen to eat something!"
Jiang Ziqian pouted, and after hearing this, his dark little phoenix eyes were filled with heartache.
He didn't say anything, but silently picked up the kerosene lamp and took it to the kitchen.
The small kitchen was suddenly filled with an orange-yellow halo. Shen Zhiyi lifted the lid of the pot on the stove and was overjoyed to see that there were big buns inside.
She squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly, then reached out to take a big bun and started to bite into it.
"Oh! It's made with beans and meat!"
Shen Zhiyi ate with relish. Jiang Ziqian put the kerosene lamp on the stove and turned around to pick up a bowl.
There was a hint of calmness on his face, somewhat similar to Jiang Cheng's, and he even sighed in an air of old age.
"Aunt, I'll let you dry the newly boiled water."
"Just eat it and don't choke!"
Shen Zhiyi's smile deepened, and she felt adorable no matter how she looked at her adorable baby.
How could this stubborn little donkey in her family be so warm? Humph! If she doesn’t love him, who else should she love?
Shen Zhiyi took the bowl, drank some water, and ate a bun before he realized something was wrong.
She frowned slightly and looked outside.
"Ziqian, your uncle hasn't come back yet?"
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