"Why don't we go to the cooking tent and lend a hand, like washing some vegetables?" Qian Yizheng suggested as he looked at his older brother.
"Sounds good."
Qian Yizheng stood up too, agreeing with the idea.
Learning to cook starts by doing odd jobs. He's determined to make a few decent dishes that he can stomach.
Especially dishes that Nuonuo likes; he needs to learn a few more to ensure the little baby isn't disappointed. They got up and headed towards the cooking tent.
As they passed those brats' tents, they could hear arguing coming from inside.
"At it again, huh? I don't know when they'll send them back. Living here while catering to them; it's... they're all a bunch of lords."
Qian Yizheng couldn't help but mutter.
"Just look at them; their faces are so ugly when they're arguing." Qian Yizheng peered through a gap in the curtain at the people inside, shaking his head at their ferocious expressions.
