"Aunt!" As soon as I walked into the big kitchen and looked at the Montessori surrounded by a kitchen skirt, Xiaoya gave a timid cry.

"Jia Ying, you take the spoon." Meng handed Xie Jiaying the shovel spoon. Then he looked back carefully at Xiaoya, who had just come in. She had sunshine in her charm and lovely young girl in her maturity. She praised her in her heart: "A beautiful girl, this stinky boy, when she is really beautiful, it seems that the most beautiful girls in the world are gathered around him." "You're Xiaoya," he said with a laugh. "Wait a minute and my aunt washes her hands...