Gu Xinzhou looked depressed.
She looked at the two mothers and the three children, and said defiantly, "Shouldn't it be difficult to agree and listen to me?"
Fang Lingwei: "When is dinner? I'm a bit hungry."
"I'm a bit thirsty." Liang Xiaoqi began to look around: "Is there anything to drink?"
The three little ones looked bewildered, looking at the sky, the ground, the ceiling.
No one answered Gu Xinzhou's question.
Gu Xinzhou: "..."
The housekeeper knew they would return and had prepared a sumptuous and authentic Chinese meal in advance.
Everyone took their seats, eating the taste of home, the dining room full of warmth.
Meanwhile.
Xueli came out of the room and found the dining room empty, even the two bowls on the table were gone.
Rustling sounds came from the kitchen.
Xueli's heart skipped a beat, thinking, could it be?
She went to the kitchen and saw Shi Ying wearing an apron, standing by the sink, wearing gloves, diligently washing the dishes.
