He called out to YanJun almost immediately with a boyish smile brightening his face. "YanJun," he called the younger man. "Do you want me to help?" he asked when YanJun turned to look at him.
YanJun knew he wanted to reject the man's offer and tell him to rest or simply ignore him but it looked like the little boy wanted to cook with his father too.
He smiled as warmly as he could although it was fake, and said, "Yes, I could use an extra hand it's almost past dinner time."
Lu Mingyu felt warmth spread around his chest as he felt great joy from the words YanJun spoke to him although he knew they were not sincere as sincerity did not matter to him anymore as long as he got what he wanted from YanJun.
He helped with dicing and cutting the vegetables YanJun gave to him and although he has lived many years now eating what others prepare for him, there was once a time in his life when he had no one to look after or even cook for him.
