Saturday, the day of the party.
Zhang Wei got up early,
cheerfully making a lavish breakfast for himself and Zhao Xiaoxiao, who was still half asleep.
While cooking, he hummed and sang softly, in high spirits.
After all, weekends are for enjoying life.
Tap tap tap…
But to Zhang Wei's dismay, Zhao Xiaoxiao was engrossed with her phone, head down, without even a thought for breakfast.
"Second Miss, can you not play with your phone when eating?"
"Mind your own business!"
Alright, the second daughter still loved to retort.
But that last sentence was just an instinctive reaction.
Zhao Xiaoxiao looked up at Zhang Wei, and in the end, she obediently put down her phone and picked up her spoon.
"Mhm, although the second daughter still likes to retort, the fact that she honestly took my advice is really great."
Seeing the second daughter listen to him, Zhang Wei was delighted, his eyes filled with the tender love of an elderly father.
