Zheng Zhilan cooked while Brother Nan chopped vegetables. The two of them managed perfectly well.
Zheng Zihao still very much wanted to talk to Brother Nan, but since Brother Nan had work to do, she didn't want to engage in idle talk with him and told him to go play on his own. Left with nothing to do, the little boy could only shuffle back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. He would occasionally dash to the living room to find his parents, then walk back to say a few words to them in the kitchen, appearing very cheerful.
Meanwhile, Qinghe, who usually assisted Zheng Zhilan, could only stand in a corner watching them silently. He sometimes even had to dodge the bustling Zheng Zihao, feeling very lonely. What was more irritating was that the Old Monster stood beside him, mimicking his posture, expressions, and every move.
