Yao Yiyao sighed inwardly, thinking: 'Fine, it's actually not mature at all.'
...
Tongtong and Chuchu were cooking in the kitchen, while Jiang Ning had nothing to do, so he moved his small tea table to the door.
Generally speaking, his hands-off approach could easily attract criticism from those cooking, potentially causing family tension, but Tongtong couldn't wait for him to leave; it allowed her to sneak a few pieces of ribs.
The sunshine was warm, with a cup of tea and a plate of pistachios, enjoying the rural scenery was indeed a rare pleasure.
"This stove looks pretty good." Yao Yiyao remarked after a glance. It was a charcoal-burning stove, very exquisite and compact on the outside, with elegant calligraphy painted on it, much better than the somewhat outdated teapot on it.
Jiang Ning: "Nice looking, right? Got it on Taobao for 79, including shipping."
