"Hmm." Gu Nuan nodded, "She’s your aunt, you should have some impression of her."

"Yes, yes." Xiao Shuju took the opportunity to step forward and greet Gu Nuan with a smile, "Sister-in-law, do you have free time today and don’t need to be busy?"

"Yes, the original plan was canceled."

It seems that Gu Nuan’s business was truly affected. Xiao Shuju felt a bit guilty about this: "Actually, I just went to Miss Zhong to repay a favor, because I owed her a favor, so — but it’s okay. If you need any assistance, sister-in-law, I will certainly provide 100% support."

"No need." Gu Nuan’s three words were calm and composed.

Xiao Shuju was stunned for a moment: "No need?"

Gu Jinrong’s always confident face had "of course" written all over it.

"But—" Xiao Shuju was a bit worried, "if the business can’t be negotiated, I can help—"

"If one business can’t be negotiated, there are other businesses to discuss. There’s no reason to look down on yourself if others look down on you."

Xiao Shuju felt as if a whirlwind had swept through, standing there like a wooden chicken.

This sister-in-law indeed has a strong presence.

Lingxin, with a small hand resting under his head, listened intently to what his mom said. Every word from Gu Jinrong made him feel passionate, wishing he could become like his mom one day.

Xiao Shuju asked, "Where’s Yebai?"

"He went to the kitchen," Gu Nuan said.

It was heard that ever since his wife gave birth, Dabai had become more focused on being a homemaker, learning a lot of cooking skills to help his wife replenish. However, from Xiao Shuju’s perspective, her brother had always struggled to distinguish between ingredients, so it was unimaginable that he could cook.

No matter what, Xiao Yebai pushed a food cart into the room, wearing a chef’s white apron and holding two spatulas, ready to make Chinese stir-fried noodles for his wife on site.

Despite being overseas, their family of four was still not accustomed to foreign dishes. If they went to a Chinese-run restaurant, perhaps they wouldn’t be famous in the eyes of foreigners, but surely among Chinese they would be recognized, which might cause unnecessary attention. Besides, since the Two Monkeys debuted, going out for meals was even less appropriate.

Xiao Yebai personally made Chinese food for his wife.

When Xiao Shuju saw her brother pushing the food cart out, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed: "Yebai, you won’t mix up sugar and salt, will you?"

Dabai glanced at her: "That was a year ago."

A year ago, Dabai was still mixing up sugar and salt. Xiao Shuju laughed uncontrollably, leaning forward and back, full of joy.

The Big Monkey and mom sat on the side waiting for Xiao Yebai’s stir-fried noodles. As for the noodle-loving Second Monkey, he couldn’t resist the alluring aroma and insisted on standing in front of the food cart, drooling over the noodles in the pan.

Xiao Yebai told Second Monkey, "Shoo, shoo, it’s not for you. You need to consider, you’re on a diet."

Second Monkey looked down at his little belly, which had shrunk a lot after strict diet control. He sniffled pitifully and said to Dad Dabai, "Can I eat a little? Just a little."

Dabai didn’t even lift his head, concentrating on making noodles for his wife, casually tossing out, "No way. Why eat when you’re still so chubby."

Second Monkey, deeply upset, suddenly burst into tears, rushing into mom’s arms.

Even Lingxin was startled by his brother’s crying. This time, Second Monkey didn’t seem to be pretending to be pitiful.

Gu Jinrong, being the mother, was softened by the little son’s tears. She hugged the little son in her arms to comfort him while glaring at her husband: Look at you, can’t you speak nicely? Must you make the child cry to be happy?