Chu Tiange didn't even lift his head, instead looking toward the side, busy cutting vegetables and adding oil, "Don't say anything today, go out."
Xing Ying closed his mouth dejectedly; he hadn't even spoken yet.
His eyes raised, he saw a small figure by the stove, busying herself with stoking the fire and adding wood. He hurriedly rushed over, "Oh my little princess, how could I let you do such rough work! Quickly step aside, I'll do it, I'll do it..."
Chu Xiaoxue lifted her radiant little face and smiled, "It's fine, I've done this many times before."
Back when Uncle Pan was paralyzed, and when her brother needed to train and hunt magic beasts for a livelihood, all the big and small affairs at home were done by her, so she was used to it.
