"Aunt Nan Feng, Dabao did all the cooking, I was just helping her watch the fire," Long Aixi didn't try to take credit.
"Did you both harvest the fish grass together as well?" Nan Feng thought to herself that these two had been alone all morning, and there might be a chance for something to develop between them.
If Xia Dabao truly rejected Long Aixi, she wouldn't have let him get close to her.
"Yes, Dabao and I harvested the fish grass together. Are you tired, Aunt Nan Feng? Would you like to have some porridge first?"
"Ha, you remember that Aunt Nan Feng and Uncle Ye love to drink porridge," Nan Feng said.
"I have already served it; you can just come and eat."
"Xiao'ai, you are the young master at home. If your parents knew you came here to do these chores, would they think you're lacking ambition?" Nan Feng asked with a smile.
