"Antong, are you ready? When you're ready, take it over!" Zhang Ying looked at Ye Antong as if he had been putting chicken essence, and said to Ye Antong's shadow.

"Ah! Sister-in-law, I'll be ready in a minute." Ye Antong poured a little more and mixed it well.

"Hmm? Antong, what's wrong with you? Did you cry?" Zhang Ying heard Ye Antong's voice somewhat unusual. She hurried over and looked at it. She saw that there were tears in Ye Antong's eyes. "Antong, why are you crying? What's the matter?"

"I'm okay, that's a flying insect in the kitchen just now. It's all right now." Ye Antong quickly wiped his...