Leave Her to be a Cook?

Wiping her mouth, she looked at the chicken soup she was cooking and took a deep breath. Her eyes were filled with the desire to eat.

"Elder sister, can you give me a bowl of this chicken soup?"

"You want some?"

She didn't think this girl could really eat that much. She had already eaten half of the pot of Red Braised Meat before it was cooked, and now she still wanted to drink chicken soup. How could such a small body eat so much?

Snowy shook her head. "I want to give it to my great-aunt. We have never had such delicious food, okay?"

I didn't expect that this girl's filial piety is not bad. She even knows to feed it to my aunt?

"But will my aunt be angry?"

"That won't happen. My aunt dotes on me. You see, once I cry, she'll satisfy me in everything, won't she?"

"Alright, let your grandaunt have a taste as well."