Not long after, her daughter was already running around in the living room, chasing after her aunt. The room was filled with the noise of the two of them, and Ning Chu's ears were starting to hurt.

She thought to herself that her daughter’s usual loudness at home was probably because of Black Bean’s influence.

How she longed for a quiet, well-behaved, understanding little cotton-padded jacket, not a mischievous heartless one like Wen Shujun, who always drove her crazy.

"Sis~ Are we having a big feast tonight?"

Sensing the smell of meat wafting from the kitchen, Black Bean opened the door, poked her head out, and asked while sniffing the air.

Ning Chu turned around and saw her daughter, who had also poked her head out like a little greedy cat. The two little heads were both eagerly staring at her.

"Big feast~"