Wang Yunxiao had just put the pot on the stove with water, not yet ready to light the fire, when Bai Zhi kicked him out of the kitchen.
This Miss Bai Zhi is much more domineering at home than outside.
Wang Yunxiao, as the younger generation, wanted to make a good impression but only got a simple two-word reply.
"Get out!"
Li Mumu's mixed rice naturally ended without a result, although she didn't even figure out what exactly mixed rice meant.
However, Lucia generously said it could wait till next time.
The little girl was playing with her toys in the living room, and upon seeing Li Mumu walk over, she immediately reached out her hands.
"Great-great-granddaughter! Hug me!"
"Play on your own, we need to discuss serious matters."
Lucia pushed her away, and the little girl pouted, about to cry.
Li Mumu quickly picked her up to soothe her.
The little one had a milky fragrance, much cuter than her sister at home who was always rolling on the floor smelling like dirt.
