Monday.
Outside Su Baizhou's apartment, Qin Yuwen wore a floral dress as she rang the doorbell and waited expectantly.
She had skipped work today.
But it was no big deal. She was now the owner of Yulan Private Kitchen, so no one dared to say anything even if she skipped work.
After being out of school for so long, she had long since grown from a little girl who knew nothing into a professional restaurant manager.
Soon, there was movement behind the door, but it took a while to open.
The anticipation on Qin Yuwen's face grew stronger and stronger until the door finally opened a crack, and a little head peeked out from inside.
The adorably chubby, doll-like three-year-old looked up at her. Then the little one's eyes lit up, and she smiled as she called out in her sweet baby voice:
"Auntie Yuwen~"
Hearing that voice, Qin Yuwen felt like her heart was about to melt. She could not stop herself from smiling as she immediately crouched down and gathered Little Rice Grain into her arms.
"Little Rice Grain, did you miss Auntie?"
"Yes!"
Little Rice Grain shouted.
Little Rice Grain now had shoulder-length hair, while her features had been inherited from her mother.
Though she was still only beginning to take shape, how could a miniature Su Baizhou possibly not be beautiful?
It was clear that although the little one was still young, both of her parents loved her dearly, making her as exquisite and adorable as a doll.
On the sofa, Su Baizhou glanced toward the entryway. Seeing that it was Qin Yuwen, she asked expressionlessly, "Why are you here again?"
"Am I not welcome?"
Holding Little Rice Grain, Qin Yuwen sat down beside Su Baizhou.
Dressed in pink pajamas, Su Baizhou reclined gracefully and calmly