Tartrate

His wife was still under his protection, so his son couldn't be relied on.

Steamed Bun tilted his head and looked at his mother with an inquiring look.

"It's fine, it's fine. If Steamed Bun wants to eat it, I'll make it myself." Yi Qing immediately agreed.

In the past, Yi Qing and Steamed Bun were almost inseparable. Ever since she had been with Xiao Jinghan, she had been leaving Steamed Bun for a long time. This mother of hers was becoming more and more incompetent.

Xiao Jinghan saw that Yi Qing had already agreed, so he didn't say anything further.

The kitchen attendant prepared the dishes and watched as her master personally prepared the dishes. She was trembling with fear and trepidation.

"I'm kneading noodles, not letting you rub your clothes." Yi Qing smiled as he looked at Xiao Jinghan kneading his noodles, "So it's like this, like this …" She gestured.