"Mmm, Auntie Little Jiang made spicy chicken today. I can smell it! Man, even the stir-fried peppers at Auntie Little Jiang's house are tastier than the meat my mom makes..."
"It's scallion oil pancakes! Uncle Jiang was born at the right time. If I'd been born about ten years earlier, there's no way he'd be the one living this comfortable life..."
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, and fried meatballs..."
The kids were squatting under the kitchen window, whispering amongst themselves. But when children try to whisper, they only *think* they're being quiet.
Inside, the couple, who had been affectionately cooking together, felt a little awkward. This was especially true for Jiang Yihua, who had never imagined his rivals in love could be a decade younger than him.
Chi Yun'er pressed her lips together to stifle a laugh. "Here, Uncle Jiang. Hurry up and take a bowl of fried meatballs out to them."
"Once they're full, they won't be thinking about Auntie Little Jiang anymore."
