Yan Huan did not look for a nanny anymore. There were two aunties who would help clean up the large vegetable ground outside. She was cooking all the food in the house. Unless she was too busy, she would only ask them to come over and help.
Yan Huan liked to live such a life instead of stretching her hands out for food.
Lu Yi and the children were also used to eating the food that she cooked. If a chef suddenly changed to cook, not only the children might not be used to it, but even Yan Huan himself might not be used to it.
Lu Qi turned around to look at his young and beautiful mother. When he thought of his sister’s little face that looked exactly like his mother’s, he was already beginning to worry at such a young age.
This was because some young boys had already begun to give gifts to his sister.
Their sister was theirs, and no one could take it away from them.
It was their sister, not someone else’s sister.