Qiao Yi stood in the living room, looking somewhat expectant.
Qiao Xu was taken aback and smiled, "Daddy has important things to do, but he promised to come back in two days. Once he's done with his work, he'll definitely come back."
She raised her hand and rubbed Qiao Yi's head, saying, "Be good, watch your picture book here while mommy goes to make dinner."
As soon as Qiao Xu mentioned cooking, Qiao Yi's face changed instantly, "Or... or maybe not?"
Qiao Xu: "..."
Did he really have to dislike her cooking so much? Was her food really that terrible?
Little Comrade Qiao Yi tugged at mommy's hand, swaying it playfully and suggesting:
"Mommy, why don't we eat out until daddy comes back? I don't want you to work too hard, both working and cooking for me."
Qiao Xu: "..."
He was obviously disliking her cooking but didn't want her to work too hard.
He was so sweet at disguising his disdain, this kid had high emotional intelligence.
