Below is the translation:
Li Zhiyan understood that for a shrew like her, she no longer had any family left in this world; he was now her sole emotional support.
So, for a holiday like Mid-Autumn Festival, he still had to spend time with Aunt Zhao, so she wouldn't overthink things.
"Alright, Xiao Yan, Aunt will make you something delicious."
Zhao Shumin proactively wrapped her arms around Li Zhiyan's waist and then started kissing him.
Today, Aunt Zhao was particularly forward. In this cold Shanghai, Li Zhiyan gave her considerable warmth.
Under the sway of emotions, Aunt Zhao also became impulsive. After kissing for ten minutes, Zhao Shumin finally pulled away on her own.
"Xiao Yan, let's eat. We shouldn't delay your work."
"Okay, Aunt."
...
After breakfast, Li Zhiyan left the residential area, but he hadn't gone far when he saw He Tingting, who was completely bundled up.
"Aunt Ting, why are you still covering up so much?"
