Sunset painted the sky as Zhu Zhixuan and her mother were still bustling in the kitchen.
Lin Fan rarely came home, and they were eager to cook him everything in the refrigerator.
After a stroll outside, Lin Fan walked into the kitchen with a cheerful smile, rolled up his sleeves, and joined the busy duo.
"Do you need this great chef to show off his skills?"
"You can forget about it."
Zhu Zhixuan, apron-clad, immediately turned around and gazed at Lin Fan, her eyes brimming with affection. "You're meant for greater things. Leave this work to us. Go and chat with your uncle; you haven't seen each other for months, and must have a lot to catch up on."
"You really don't understand the relationship between a father and son."
