Standing at the door hesitating for a bit more, An Jiayou still gently walked forward and sat obediently on another chair. Afterward, he maintained a position, resting his chin on his hand, gazing at his mom's belly, with a face full of wonder.
While there was sweet time upstairs, in the only kitchen of the Lin Family, it was exceptionally warm as well. Young Master Lin was acting as the chef, with Lin Haotian and Zhang Qi beside him. The couple, having been noisy all their lives, had an incredibly good relationship even in their old age. Lin Mubai watching them seemed to glimpse his own future. When he gets old, he and An Nan would be beside their children, wouldn't it be just like this?
