Upon seeing the child run off like a waddling duck, he could clearly see the languid back view of the woman in the kitchen from the corner of his eye.
His lips curled up suddenly, and his heart also felt full. It was as though the emptiness in the huge house had become all filled up because of their arrival.
Nangong Lengyu was still okay with frying eggs. She still couldn't control the fire well for cooking soft-boiled eggs. After simmering them in water, all of them became fully-cooked eggs.
Ling Sheng did not say anything during the meal. Anyway, as long as it was made by her mother, she would say it was delicious. As a chef, she hated people who did not know how to cook or simply sat back yet were still picky!
In the end, the picky troublemaker arrived immediately. After taking a bite of the egg, Huo Ci muttered, "Why isn't it runny?"
