"Ah, the dishes cooked by Qingqing's dad always smell so mouthwatering. I always crave this flavor when I'm at home."
Xie Jianing and Yang Yuxi, holding Qingqing and Weiwei's little hands, stepped into the kitchen together and were instantly surrounded by the rich aroma. Xie Jianing couldn't help but express this sentiment.
"Of course..."
Weiwei proudly puffed out her small chest, her face full of smugness and pride: "My daddy's cooking is the most fragrant in the world, the most delicious ever!"
Hearing this, Qingqing nodded her little head vigorously in agreement.
"Weiwei, Qingqing, I really envy you. You get to taste your dad's delicious food every day."
Xie Jianing looked at them, speaking with a tinge of envy: "Unlike me, since the holiday started, it's been almost a whole winter break, and I haven't had the chance to taste your dad's cooking. I'm truly drooling over here, these days are unbearable, you can't imagine how I've been counting the days."
