When Su Changshun entered the doorway, Shazhu was tying his apron, chopping pork ribs in his little kitchen while humming an out-of-tune song.
Zhang Xiaoyan sat by the entrance with a slightly protruding belly, picking vegetables with a serene smile on her face.
Seeing Su Changshun come in, Shazhu's eyes lit up. He put down the kitchen knife, wiped his hands, and walked up to greet him.
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