Huang Jun hurriedly walked through the winding and twisting paths of the kindergarten and finally reached the back kitchen area.
"Creak—"
With a slight sound, he gently pushed open the half-closed glass door, and a mix of fresh ingredients and a faint rice aroma instantly wafted over him.
In the kitchen.
The soft light fell like a drizzle onto the floor, polished like a mirror, reflecting the busy figures of two people—Aunt Li and Aunt Lin.
They were bent over, carefully washing the various ingredients needed for the evening dishes in advance.
"Oh, it's Huang Jun!"
Aunt Li was the first to notice the figure by the door. She looked up, a warm smile spreading across her face, even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes seemed to soften under the gentle effect of her smile.
She temporarily placed the scissors in her hand on the sink and waved at Huang Jun with a free hand.
