Xia Yangyang had already taken a seat at the restaurant.
Gu Qichen had cooked porridge with Xiao Mi, fried eggs and ham, and even made two bowls of egg custard.
In such a short time, he even managed to bake a pineapple pizza.
The table was warm and fragrant.
Xia Yangyang couldn't control herself and secretly tore off a piece of pizza and took a bite.
It was fragrant and soft, sweet in the mouth.
Finally, Gu Qichen came out with a bowl of vegetable salad.
He sat down and poured soy milk for Xia Yangyang while asking, "How's the taste?"
Xia Yangyang held up her thumbs, "I give your handiwork a thumbs-up; it's really delicious."
It was so good that words couldn't describe Gu Qichen's cooking skills.
Gu Qichen said, "What do you think about me opening a small restaurant? I've even thought of a name, 'Family of Three.' We would only accept reservations and cater to small families like ours."
Family of Three?
The name sounded a bit rustic, but it was quite warm.
