The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

Shen Xiangnan looked up and saw a face brimming with a smile.

"Executive Chef, what are you doing here?"

"Lun Jiao, what brings you here?"

Lun Jiao shook the book in her hand, "I just got out of night school and was planning to come here to memorize some content. I saw you sitting here in a daze the moment I arrived, not even aware of the huge mosquito on your arm."

Shen Xiangnan looked at where he had been bitten on his arm and sure enough, there was a stain the size of a fingernail.

He was just about to wipe it when Lun Jiao had already taken out a handkerchief and wiped it off for him.

"Thank you."

Shen Xiangnan was a bit surprised and touched, and couldn’t help but take a closer look at Lun Jiao’s face.

She had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with slightly upturned eyelids, and somewhat thick lips. She might not be very beautiful, but she had that lively and cheerful vigor unique to young girls.

Lun Jiao noticed the sleeping Erya on the bench, and said in a lowered voice, "Executive Chef, this is your daughter, isn’t it? If she’s sleepy, why don’t you take her home to sleep?"