"Wangwang, we're not having chestnut cake today, let's eat this."
"Mother, are these peanuts?"
"Yes, they're five-spice flavored, very tasty, want to try them, Wangwang?"
"Can Little Brother Xingxing eat them?"
"Your brother is still too young, we'll have to wait a bit longer."
The quality time with the children was very warm, and midway through, Old Lady Qin joined in until the sky darkened tonight, when the servants came to ask if they should prepare dinner.
Dong Huiying smiled warmly, "No need, I'm here today, I'll cook myself."
She handed the two children over to Old Lady Qin, exchanged a glance with her, and then instructed the servants to lead the way.
The servants skillfully led Dong Huiying to the backyard kitchen, where she saw the place was already occupied by chefs brought from the villa by the old lady. Dong Huiying seemed at ease, and began to rinse some rice on her own.
