Sure enough, she's not really their mom, can't even think of those things...
"Little ancestors, time for fruit." Luo Yanran walked in with a fruit platter: "Want something to drink? Orange juice?"
"No yellow stuff." Luo Qianqian quickly waved her hand, they're talking about poop here, who can drink orange juice now, even knowing it's orange juice? It just makes you think of bad stuff...
Qin Nuan burst into laughter, seeing Luo Yanran's confused look, she explained, "We're talking about kids poop, just some water will do... Speaking of which, Shiqi, your Fourth Brother knows more, you know, when I was in postnatal confinement, he was mostly the one taking care of things."
"Oh, not really, it was mostly mom, dad, and grandparents." Luo Yanran was caught off guard by the compliment, quickly making a modest gesture, his face showing a slightly unnatural blush.
