Qin Bo Qing was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, occasionally overhearing the children's tender reading voices and their discussion tones outside, and suddenly felt that taking care of children didn't seem so difficult after all.
An elegant and good-looking person, even when cooking in the kitchen, appeared to be creating a work of art.
Qin Bo Qing clearly cooked often, as all the kitchen utensils were complete, and even the kitchen itself, with its various dinnerware neatly arranged, white wall tiles, and spotless floor, was clean as if brand new, giving one a particularly comfortable feeling at first glance.
After everything was prepared, he started cooking. Within this not-so-large three-bedroom apartment, the children's reading voices and the sound of an adult cooking intertwined, creating a very warm atmosphere for a moment.
Ruanruan stopped reading as soon as she heard the sound of cooking.
"Brother Jincheng, I want to go watch Dad cook. Do you want to come with me?"
