Taking the blame, Jin Qianqian rolled her eyes inwardly but kept a placating smile on her face. "My husband is right. I can't do this kind of delicate work. If I don't control the heat well, he'll eat me alive."
Li Cuicui looked at them with a somewhat complicated expression. Among her sons, she treated Old Seventh the worst. She had cut corners when arranging his marriage and only gave him a haphazard share of the family property. But now that something had actually happened, he was the only son who could be relied upon.
"No need. Making porridge uses too much water, and we don't even know if your father will wake up." No matter how much Li Cuicui's heart ached for Gu Dashi, she didn't want to exploit Old Seventh and his wife any further.
