Chuer and Yanyan led the bewildered Qin Qin toward the kitchen.
Qin Qin stood at the entrance of the kitchen with the two little ones and Xiao Bai, her gaze suddenly fixing on the tall and robust figure inside.
The man stood inside the not-too-large kitchen, his tall and statuesque figure with his back to them, an apron tied around his waist. His exquisitely handsome profile was revealed to Qin Qin; his firm jawline with his lips lightly pursed, his prominent nose above which sat a pair of captivating phoenix eyes, attentively focusing on the pan in front of him, his right hand earnestly stirring the dish with a spatula.
Qin Qin watched in a trance, stunned that such a good-looking and affluent man of caliber would cook, and the aroma wafting from the kitchen was tantalizing.
"Sister, the dishes Dad makes are so delicious, you should have some later."
Yuchu tugged at the dazed Qin Qin, shaking her hand and speaking.
