After today's commotion, Shen Meng paid even more attention to the children, knowing that while external pain is easier to nurture, wounds in the heart require careful and tender care.
After everyone had left, she returned to the room to straighten Ming Fang's thin quilt and gave instructions to the three little boys beside her.
"Mom is going to cook now, you all stay here nicely, and if anything comes up, just call out for me, okay?"
The four little ones were exceptionally obedient today, nodding hastily in agreement.
In the kitchen, there was an abundance of vegetables. Though Shen Meng originally lacked energy, thinking of the children sitting on the kang bed, she quickly began washing vegetables, scrubbing pots, and cooking.
Inside the room.
Lu Mingliang, hearing the clattering and banging from the kitchen, became anxious, "Big brother, mom usually cooks very quickly, but it's been quite some time now, why isn't the food ready? I'm really hungry."
