His son was over four years old. As a father, he finally got a chance to warm a cup of milk for his son. How could he possibly give away this opportunity willingly?
Moreover, the chef's skills were undoubtedly much better than his. If the chef were to warm up his son's milk for the first time, his son would probably ask the chef to do it in the future. Then he, as a father, would be utterly rejected!
His little boy would undoubtedly snort and say, "You idiot, you can't even heat up a cup of milk!"
Yan Han had no idea that, on his son's first day home, he had already put himself in a very low position. Or he did realize it but didn't feel anything wrong.
After all, his son has been in this world for over four years, and he, as a father, was doing something for him for the first time. No matter how unreasonable the boy's demand was, he guessed he would agree, let alone the boy just wanted a cup of warm milk.
He didn't want to delegate this simple task to others.
