Qin Mucheng's face flushed red. In order to hide his face, he quickly went forward and opened his suitcase, "These are my toys. You can play with them as you like."
The suitcase was full of toys. Ji Zi'ang seemed to have come to heaven, and he couldn't care less about eating ice cream.
Qin Junshan had drunk so much soup that he was not hungry at all. It was not until eleven o'clock that Niu Ailan decided to cook.
The fridge was full of vegetables, so she did not have to go out to buy them.
"I'll cook a broccoli, a mushroom soup, and a fried prawn..." Niu Ailan reported the menu to Qin Junshan, "Brother, what do you think?"
Qin Junshan's health was not good, so the doctor instructed him to eat bland food.
Their family was just a side branch, and old Qin had been in this position for many years. If he wanted to rise further, it was still up to this brother.
