Teaching

Little Bear heaved a sigh of relief and felt that the smart Little An was only so-so.

Mu Yangling, who had just come back with Qi Haoran with a bouquet of flowers, only heard the conclusion at the end. With her eyebrows raised, she looked back and forth between her sons before leaving meaningfully.

Blushing, Little Bear muttered with his mouth open, "Mother, it's not what you think…"

Mu Yangling placed the vase of wildflowers she had picked on the tablecloth while Qi Haoran led his sons back to the carriage to retrieve the prepared ingredients.