He Jinxuan felt a bit embarrassed and said, "I can only say that my cooking is edible, not nearly as good as yours, but I want to cook for you."
Xinyan, thinking he was sensible, joked with a smile, "Alright, then from now on I'll just give orders, and you do the cooking."
After eating, He Jinxuan didn't let Xinyan lift a finger, he cleaned up the stove himself and only then left with the food for the two children.
Poor Little Sili and Little Siyan waited nearly twenty minutes longer than usual to see their uncle.
When He Jinxuan came in, Little Sili and Little Siyan were peeking out from the door, and upon seeing their uncle enter the yard, Little Siyan jumped up, "Uncle, you're back?"
He Jinxuan quickened his steps, "Hungry?"
Ye Silai, acting all grown-up, wanted to take the lunchbox from his uncle's hand, when He Jinxuan said, "One of these boxes has porridge, let uncle carry it in."
