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.
Since it was a picnic, barbecue was naturally a popular choice. However, considering the four children's young age, Mu Yangling was worried that eating too much barbecued food would not be good for their stomachs. So, she specially went to the kitchen to chop some large bones and scoop some ingredients. Since the soup had been simmering since they arrived this morning, the pot was emitting a rich fragrance at this moment.
