Xia Chuyi paused her hand that was patting her son's head.
Really wanted to smack this ungrateful kid.
"Hey, Huo Shiqian, take your son over," Xia Chuyi said, "I'm an adult, I need to work and prepare materials to face the challenges of chefs from other countries."
The daily squabbles between mother and son brought a slight smile to Huo Shiqian's lips.
Xia Chuyi was true to her word. She picked up some of the materials she had prepared earlier and began studying the culinary attributes of Fusang to prepare for potential upcoming challenges.
As she read, she became somewhat engrossed and momentarily forgot the time.
After a while, Huo Shiqian finished giving their son a bath and was about to carry him to bed.
Little Huo Shiwu poked his head out from his father's shoulder, looked towards Xia Chuyi's direction, and furrowed his little brows, "Isn't mom going to rest?"
Hearing this, Huo Shiqian glanced at his wife, knowing she had gotten absorbed in her materials.
