"Got it," Jian Zhilin went to the kitchen and in a moment, he soaked some pancakes in a small basin, then added some meat soup to it, and brought it out for Conghua to eat.
Conghua wagged its tail, trailing Jian Zhilin here and there, the poor guy, always giving a little extra, as he was the one feeding Conghua every day.
The boys of the Jian family seemed destined to do household chores, those poor sons of the Jian family.
Jian Zhiqing carried one child and led another, preparing to drop them off at school, then head to work himself.
"We're heading out," he turned and said to Qin Xiangnuan, who was sweeping the yard.
"Okay, see you," Qin Xiangnuan waved her hand and continued sweeping.
They rarely had mornings like this. Usually, Qin Xiangnuan was the one who got up the earliest in the house. By the time they left, Qin Xiangnuan would already be out selling scallion pancakes. So, she seldom stayed at home at this time.