Liang Yan wiped her sweat. The weather was getting hotter, and cooking in the kitchen was really tiring, constantly leaving her covered in sweat.
She didn't want to cook, or at least wanted to make something simple, but Zhang Dong disagreed. His reason was that the children were still growing and couldn't eat poorly.
What could Liang Yan do? She could only continue to busy herself in the kitchen. She truly regretted it now, thinking she should have hired an hourly worker back then, even if she had to pay the salary out of her own pocket.
At least she wouldn't be so exhausted, having to buy groceries, cook meals, and then tidy up the house, really busy all day long.
Being tired was one thing, but what worried Liang Yan even more was that every day she looked in the mirror, she felt she had aged considerably.
Her face was so haggard, and her hands too. The touch was much rougher.
