Fu Sinian's eyes were filled with laughter. He turned, pulled Shi Qian into his arms, and kissed her forehead.
"I think I smell tomatoes." Shi Qian tilted her head and glanced into the pot.
A thick tomato soup was boiling in the pot.
Tomato soup was also her mother's specialty. Why did Fu Sinian know how to make it?
Could it be…
As soon as Shi Qian realized what was going on, Fu Sinian asked in one direction, "Mom, it should be fine after cooking it for so long, right?"
Mom…
Sure enough!
Shi Qian dared not turn her head. Her toes touched the ground in embarrassment.
"It's about time. Turn off the fire. Hurry up and eat. After you're done, go do your business. Mom will wait for you in the hospital." With that, Shi Qiuran hung up the video call.
Fu Sinian looked down at Shi Qian, who was still embarrassed. He pulled her into his arms and rubbed her head lovingly.
"Go wash up and I'll prepare breakfast."
