"It might just be possible!"
Listening to Mu Keren speak so seriously about it, Huang Qingtian put down the kitchen knife, a smile touching his lips as he reached out to ruffle her hair.
He hadn't expected that this little one would be so full of herself.
"Hey, your hand touched the vegetables and isn't washed, how could you touch my hair?" Mu Keren protested as he ruffled her head.
But she had yet to notice that she didn't object to Huang Qingtian's touch, only caring when his hands were dirty.
"Then let's add a dish tonight!" Huang Qingtian didn't withdraw his hand amidst her shouts, instead reaching out to continue mussing her hair, making it clear with his actions that tonight's additional dish referred to her head.
"Huang Qingtian, I'm going to fight you..." Within Mu Keren's screams, their kitchen instantly turned into their battleground.
