From the kitchen, the sound of a chopping knife hitting the cutting board came intermittently.
"Bang bang bang——"
Each sound heavier than the last.
After being placed on the sofa by Jing Jihan, Shi Mianmian quickly sat upright upon hearing the sound, but couldn't help staring with curious round eyes at Jing Jihan: "Uncle Ji Han, you kissed my mommy, does that mean I can't marry you when I grow up?"
Just having sat down, Jing Jihan faced such a sharp question from Shi Mianmian, he nodded to Mianmian with a serious expression: "You could say that."
Shi Mianmian's face instantly had a mix of joy and worry: "So if I can't marry Uncle Ji Han, you kissed mommy, then you should be my dad instead."
Jing Jihan quietly chuckled, patting Mianmian's little head: "Do you like making decisions for your mom?"
