Su Qinglan sat comfortably on a wooden block, acting as the supervisor while her husbands moved around her.
Xuan Long was the one doing the heavy lifting, his tall frame bending over the pots as he followed her instructions.
Rong Ye, on the other hand, had been dragged in to tend the fire.
Since he was notoriously disastrous at actual cooking, his only job was to keep the flames steady.
He sat on the floor, poking at the logs with a grumpy expression, looking more like a pouting fox than a fierce warrior.
The cubs were circling their mother's feet, their eyes wide with excitement because they thought she was the one making the meal today.
"Add a bit more salt, Xuan Long," Su Qinglan guided, pointing at the pot. "And Rong Ye, don't let the fire get too high, or you'll burn the eggs."
