Reunion

Wei Ting sneered. "Heh, dream on."

Su Xiaoxiao cut the vegetables and raised her eyebrows. "I'm quite beautiful, right, Dahu, Erhu, Xiaohu?"

The three little ones nodded.

Their mother was the most beautiful!

They would not accept any rebuttal!

"Little brats…" Wei Ting felt that if this continued, they would probably not remember whose sons they were.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at the stove and said to Wei Ting, "You came at the right time. Add some firewood."

Wei Ting walked in with his walking stick and sat on the small stool. He placed the thick linen on his right leg, grabbed a dried branch rack, and pressed both ends down.

The dry branch broke.

Country bumpkins broke dead branches like this, but if the people in the capital saw this, their jaws would probably drop.