At the kitchen door, Nan Yuling stopped, his gaze looking through the glass door into the kitchen.
Su Xingyue, with her graceful figure, was facing away, busy wearing an apron.
The warm light in the kitchen made her figure look very gentle at that moment.
Actually... he really liked watching her busy in the kitchen for him.
In his heart, he would feel inexplicably warmed...
Even if what she made sometimes wasn't tasty, he would always finish it all to make her happy.
Because... her happy smile was tastier than the food.
Thinking this, Nan Yuling slightly curled his thin lips, raised his hand to push the kitchen door open, and then took two steps to stand behind Su Xingyue, wrapping his arms around her waist, lovingly pressing his lips together as he spoke.
"Hmm? What are you making?"
Su Xingyue, who was decorating a small cake, was startled by the man. Just as she was about to speak, a sweet and soft voice rang out.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
