Old Zhao also came into the kitchen to help.
Little Huzi sat on a small stool flipping through his little book.
"What are you doing, Little Huzi?" It's so hot in the kitchen, and he actually ran to the kitchen too.
Little Huzi heard his mother calling him and raised the storybook in his hands, "I am reading."
Meng Yunhan looked at the meat in the pot, covered it, and walked over to Little Huzi, "What mom means is, it's too hot in the kitchen, why don't you go to the living room and read your book there?"
Little Huzi looked at his grandfather cooking, then at his mother, "I want to stay with you, I can cook too."
Meng Yunhan patted her son's head, you can eat, that's about it.
"How about we wait until Little Huzi grows up to learn how to cook?"
At least wait until Little Huzi turns ten.
Little Huzi had no objection, "Alright."
"Go play in the living room, it's too hot in the kitchen."
Little Huzi obediently carried his little stool and storybook and left.