My Husband, a Marshal: Conquering the Stars with My Culinary Arts-Chapter 722 - 243: Insect Clan Banquet (Part 2)

Envy and jealousy have always gone hand in hand.

In the end, it was an older staff member who spoke up. She blinked, and there was also a hint of jealousy in her eyes, but as she looked towards the direction of the door, her words were particularly rational: "Bias? Sometimes this world is quite fair. You only see His Highness and the others high above, enjoying all the glory, but forget they also suffer and experience loss."

"His Highness’s parents passed away, and I heard he wasn’t in good health a few years ago. The Marshal battles on the front lines and could lose his life at any moment. Wasn’t he just rescued from the other side of the wormhole a few days ago? Miss Miao Miao, although gifted and with Your Majesty as her boyfriend, she has always studied hard. Just listen to what Blue Star University students say, and you’ll know that Miao Miao wishes to spend all her time learning..." the staff member said with a laugh, "Our lives are ordinary because we’ve never lost like they have, never worked as hard as they do."

"What’s the use of blaming the world? Just work hard..."

***

Back home, it was just after ten o’clock, but Du Xixi had already "left" everyone, eagerly taking 2569 to the kitchen. Mo Ying, seeing her so impatient, joked, "Is she really celebrating for the kids, or is she just eager to cook herself?"

"Xixi!" Ye Wenting’s playful spirit arose when he saw Mo Ying complaining about Du Xixi behind her back. He greeted behind Mo Ying, and she was really startled by his "greeting." She turned quickly to see no one behind her, realizing Ye Wenting was teasing her.

"You!" Mo Ying, both annoyed and amused, patted Ye Wenting. Ye Wenting dodged playfully, protesting with "ouch ouch" even though Mo Ying hadn’t used much force.

Ke Lian smiled slightly, poured everyone a cup of tea from the teapot, took one herself, and took a small sip, feeling a pleasant fragrance in her mouth.

The young people were having fun here, while those like Ke Xing, who had gone upstairs to the nursery with the children, were also enjoying themselves immensely.

They say children are most fun when they’re little, and it’s true. The two little ones doze off at any moment; although just watching them could occupy a day, Yiyi and Er Er, now just over a year old and not yet two, are indeed great fun.

Ye’s father and Ke Xing watched the two little ones sleeping in their cribs, while Ye’s mother and Mo’s mother took care of Yiyi and Er Er.

One minute they saw Yiyi shaking a big toy back and forth, not sure what he was doing with it, the next they saw Er Er sitting on the ground playing with his own little feet. The two brothers played by themselves, but just watching them brought Ye’s mother and Mo’s mother immense joy, finding the twin brothers incredibly amusing.

"Yiyi, come play here, come here!" Ye’s mother whispered, beckoning Yiyi, who looked up at her, hesitated for a moment, then really walked over with his little feet, flopping into her arms. The sturdy little boy in her arms reminded Ye’s mother of when Ye Wenting was young.

Though Ye Wenting is a scholarly person on the path of scientific research, he often exercises, appearing graceful and refined in clothes, but with some muscles once the clothes are off.

But in Ye’s mother’s memory, she only held Ye Wenting when he was young, a chubby, fair little boy grinning foolishly every day, and she thought there could be no child cuter than Ye Wenting.

Smiling, Ye’s mother lowered her head, seeing Yiyi looking at her blankly. The innocent toddler acted mostly on instinct at this age, so she patted his little head lovingly, "Yiyi, you’re such a good boy, I’m Granny Ye! Our Yiyi is truly adorable."

Ye’s mother praised, yet added in her mind: Just perhaps a tad less adorable than Ye Wenting was!

While Ye’s mother played with Yiyi, Mo’s mother was more inclined to see the quieter, seemingly more reserved Er Er. She stepped over, saw Er Er glance at her before resuming his grasp on his feet, and squatted down, softly saying, "Er Er, would you like to play with your brother? How about Grandma Mo carries you over?"

"Er Er can walk by himself, Grandma Mo is tired." Er Er softly spoke, in a cute childish voice that made Mo’s mother’s heart melt. After standing up, Er Er indeed declined her offer and confidently walked towards Yiyi and Ye’s mother, plopping down in front of them, "Brother, play!"