In the kitchen, Auntie Yang was making stewed chicken with Chinese yam. Meng Nianyao knew how to cook, so she went in. She saw Auntie Yang blanching the chicken, so she went to prepare the Chinese yam.
"Hey, no need, no need. Put it down, I'll handle it. "The Chinese yam ill make your hands itch if you touch them," Auntie Yang quickly stopped her.
Meng Nianyao moved with a sense of purpose. "No, Auntie Yang. I'm wearing gloves."
Seeing this, Auntie Yang no longer insisted on her not helping.
It was already six o'clock by the time the two of them finished preparing dinner. The atmosphere in the living room was much better by then. The food was ready, and Meng Nianyao wasn't in a hurry to go out, either.
Auntie Yang tidied up the stove and walked over to Meng Nianyao. "Alright, we're done. Let's go out."
Meng Nianyao glanced outside and smiled. "Aunty Yang, do Grandpa and Grandma rarely interact with Uncle and Auntie?" she asked.