An hour later.
The secret recipe soup in the kitchen was already stewing, and its fragrance could still be sensed wafting into the living room.
The scene in the living room looked a bit chaotic, as Tong Ge pulled up a chair to sit not far from the sofa.
She came back from shopping for ingredients and started the soup, but didn't have time to change into her maid's dress; she was wearing a black one-piece dress, her legs crossed in calf socks, her toes curling and uncurling in her precarious slippers.
The little sister-in-law just sat like that, resting one hand on her leg, propping up her chin, looking at the three people on the sofa.
Where her gaze fell, both Xia Yixin and Yan Han were hidden behind Lin Shuang, pushing him forward.
Xiao Han was slightly smaller, able to hide well, with only her mischievous, scattered hair and a restless little foot peeking out, and on the ankle of the young girl was a bunch of... well, black fabric.
