Youyou and Little Yichen exchanged a look and asked curiously, "Mommy, what's the occasion today? Why did you bake a cake?"
"Do you want to know?" Yun Shishi smiled mysteriously but deliberately did not say anything else.
Mu Yazhe walked out of the kitchen with a flask of fruit juice and an apron around his waist, looking like a house husband!
When Yun Shishi said that she wanted to drink freshly squeezed fruit juice, he had gone into the kitchen. After studying for a while, he finally figured out a way to make some juice.
Youyou's face paled slightly at the sight. His lips twitched as he glanced at the food on the table and then at his father's apron.
"Daddy, did you make all these?"
Mu Yazhe placed the fruit juice on the table and glanced at them. Before he could speak, a voice came from behind him.
"Of course not!"
The angry voice was coming from inside the kitchen.
