Three dishes and a soup—Qin Boqing didn't make too much, as these were enough for one adult and two children to dine on.
Before the meal, he suddenly remembered something he had noted in his little notebook yesterday. He took out his phone and, under the watchful eyes of the two children, carefully took photos; he even included Ruanruan, who was holding her rice bowl, in the shots.
As for Jiang Jincheng?
Even if he was in the photo, it wouldn't achieve the desired effect of showing off.
"What do you like to eat?" Qin Boqing, after swiftly sending the photos, still managed to divide his attention and ask Ruanruan what she wanted to eat.
Qin Boqing [Image.]
Qin Boqing [The kids really enjoy the dishes I make (smile)]
Having sent them, he put his phone aside and looked down to find an extra serving of fish-fragrant eggplant in his bowl.
"Daddy, eat."
Ruanruan used her chopsticks to add some to her dad's bowl and then gave some to Jiang Jincheng as well.
