Su Yebai's gentle gaze fell on He Yunzhi's face, and that tender look made He Yunzhi feel a bit embarrassed.
"Dimples, wash your hands for dinner!"
"Okay, Mom!"
He Yunzhi said, taking Dimples to the bathroom to wash hands, and after washing up, she went to the kitchen to grab bowls and chopsticks and serve the rice.
Su Yebai cooked home-style dishes: stir-fried pork with green peppers, cumin lamb, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, while the rice cooker was filled with fragrant, soft, glutinous rice.
The kitchen was full of aroma.
Little Dimples finished washing her hands, ran to the dining table, and took a deep breath.
"Mm, it smells so good!"
Hearing his daughter's compliment, Su Yebai felt a surge of joy in his heart!
He Yunzhi's home had a long dining table with two chairs on one side.
This time, Dimples obediently sat on the chair next to He Yunzhi, no longer asking Su Yebai to hold her.
