Watching the children argue merrily, Han Dad and Han Mom exchanged glances, shook their heads helplessly, and chuckled.
Then, carrying the groceries they had brought from home, they headed into the kitchen.
"Tan Yun, we'll help you."
Shen Mom didn't decline and moved aside, "Ying Zhi, come on, we need to cook more of the dishes Yingying likes today."
"You, don't spoil the girl too much, she'll become rotten." Despite saying that, Han Mom's smile was brighter than anyone else's.
"Our Yingying is great, spoil her rotten then, no one else will snatch her away."
"That's a good point."
With those words, they cooked in harmonious collaboration, laughing and chatting along the way.
Han Dad wanted to help, but the two women were deeply engaged in their chat and handled the tasks efficiently; he found he could neither join the conversation nor assist in the kitchen, so he could only head upstairs to play chess with Shen Dad reluctantly.
