"Stir, hey hey, stir stir hey hey..."
The afternoon kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of butter and flour. Xiao Ya stood on a child's stool, clutching a silicone spatula with both hands, struggling to stir the dough in the bowl.
She was small, and with each stir, her whole upper body had to sway, causing her braids to bounce along. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, yet the little tune in her mouth never stopped.
On the little stool next to her, Tang Tang stood quietly, rolling the dough in her hands into a ball and then flattening it with a smack. The two little ones were learning to make cakes with Mao Sanmei.
The two children were full of energy every day. A few days ago, Ruan Hongzhuang suggested to Mao Sanmei that perhaps they could assign some simple chores to them to not only drain their energy but also let them join in the fun.
