Gu Qingyao did not say anything. She just ignored her.
Mo Beihan glanced at her with amus.e.m.e.nt in his eyes. He disliked this Zhou Ping even more.
Gu Qingyao did not speak, so Mo Beihan said,
“It's all right, Third Aunt. I've always taken care of myself when I'm away from home. I know how to do all these things too.”
“Also, Yao Yao is the darling of the Gu family. Her older cousins and uncles all dote on her! If I tire her out, Jinlin will blame me.”
Zhou Ping snorted. She was livid but did not know how to reply.
She felt suffocated when she thought of how her own husband and son treasured this girl.
A smile lurked on Gu Qingyao's lips as she glanced at Mo Beihan. They exchanged amused looks.
The two of them busied themselves in the kitchen. Soon, the food was ready and they placed it on the table.
The kilogram of meat they had bought earlier was not too fresh. It was hot now and the meat seemed to have spoiled already. Gu Qingyao exchanged it with the meat from her inters.p.a.ce.
She cut the meat into strips and stir-fried them with chili. It was especially spicy and went well with rice.
This time, she used the ribs to make sweet and sour pork ribs.
This fish was bigger. So she cut off the fish head and used it to make soup. She braised the rest of it in soy sauce.
She stir-fried some kelp and made a prawn dish.
Then she stir-fried some cabbage and shredded carrots.
It was considered a bountiful meal for five people.
When the table was laid, the two children were extremely excited. They had been waiting for a long time.
Gu Qingyao said, “Is your homework done?”
Zhou Ping wanted to say that they could talk about it when the children had eaten, but Little Seven and Little Eight were eager to show off.
“All done, all done. Elder Sister, I did it seriously.”
As the two children spoke, they even placed their homework in front of them so that Gu Qingyao could inspect it. When they looked at the fully laden table, they almost drooled with greed. But they could only look and wait until Gu Qingyao finished checking their work before they ate.
Gu Qingyao had trained them for so many days and now the effects were finally showing.
The two children were much more obedient than before she came.
If children were not trained when young so that they were aware of these habits, it would be hard to teach them as they grew older.
Zhou Ping frowned as she looked at her two young sons.
“Yao Yao, they're still children! Why are you so strict? Let's hurry up and eat. We can discuss it after dinner.”
But Gu Qingyao did not give in. “Third Aunt, young children must be taught good habits from a young age. They're already eight years old and should be showing some maturity. They should understand that the homework they're given every day is important and must be completed.”
“But they are still young…”
“At home, the adults teach Little Six and Little Nine to read and write every day. If Little Seven and Little Eight don't work hard, they won't be able to keep up.”
Zhou Ping's expression immediately turned ugly, but she did not say anything else.
Gu Qingyao looked at the two children's exercises. They were fairly well done. She had been strict with them over the past few days. It was also very hot outside and she told them stories every day, so they were not so eager to play outside anymore.
Their exercises were pretty good.
“All right, it's not bad. Hurry up and eat. When your father and Third Brother come back tonight, I'll ask them to praise you.”
“Yay!”
The children loved being praised.
There was plenty of food. Although Mo Beihan's cooking could not compare to Gu Qingyao's, it was meat after all. No matter how it was cooked, it would not be too bad.
The two children ate happily as usual.
However…
When Little Seven was full, he rubbed his tummy. “Elder Brother Mo, your cooking isn't as good as that of Elder Sister.”
Little Eight nodded vigorously. “That's right. It's much worse.”
Mo Beihan glared at them. “If you think it's not nice, why did you eat so much?”
The two young boys were stunned. They exchanged glances and said, “We did it to support you.”
Mo Beihan: “…”