What kind of man should I marry?

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's just a small wound. It's not a big deal. You don't know, when I cooked for the first time, the hot oil even splashed on my face."

"Cooking is indeed a very tiring thing. Do you do it often at home?"

"That's right. There's only me and my son at home anyway. Although I've hired two aunties, I'm still a mother. I can't let my son eat someone else's cooking since he was young. When he grows up, I have to let him know what his mother's cooking tastes like!"

Xia Anlan looked at her and said,"you're a good mother."

Su ningmei shrugged."I can only do this much for him. After all ... He doesn't have a father. If I don't love him more, what will he do?" Let's not talk about these annoying things and eat. "

"Alright, let's eat."

After eating dinner in silence, su ningmei was about to wash the dishes when Xia Anlan stopped her.