Aunt...
Each time Tang Huai hears these three words, she feels a sense of detachment.
Her role as an aunt has been quite pitiful; she's been called an aunt for four years, yet she's still unmarried.
Looking at Yijun's adorable, sculpted little face, Tang Huai's heart softened: "Aunt is cooking, Yijun, wash your hands, and soon you can eat."
"Aunt, the noodles you cook smell so good." Yijun came over, stood beside Tang Huai, and looked up at her adorably.
Tang Huai gently touched his little head and smiled: "Since Yijun is here to eat, Aunt definitely cooks with care."
"Will you cook with care for Uncle?" Yijun curiously asked.
Tang Huai's face darkened: "If I don't cook with care, I won't cook for him at all."
"Why is that?"
"Because he hasn't come home in years."
"If Uncle doesn't come home, does that mean you don't love him anymore?"
Tang Huai smiled: "I only love Yijun."
