About ten minutes went by.

Chen Qingqing secretly sent Xu Ye a message and called him into the kitchen.

She wanted him to taste it first.

It was her first time cooking, and she wanted to get it as right as she could.

Xu Ye took a bite and nodded, satisfied. "Not bad. It tastes pretty good."

Now Chen Qingqing happily dished up a few bowls, and she and Xu Ye carried them to the table. When Jiang Meilin and Chen Hansong saw that, they both got up and came over. They looked down at the egg fried rice in the bowls, then at each other.

One look said, However bad it is, you tell her it's good. The other said, Relax. I know.

So the four of them sat down at the table and picked up their chopsticks, and Chen Hansong quickly took a bite.

Hm?!

What's going on?

Why is this actually good?

Chen Hansong hadn't gotten his hopes up. It was his daughter's first time cooking, after all. He quickly took two more bites, then looked up at his precious daughter in surprise.

"What's wrong? Is it bad?" Chen Qingqing looked nervous.

"No."

Chen Hansong shook his head hurriedly. "It's too good. I never thought my daughter could cook for herself."

Chen Qingqing finally smiled.

It was the first time Chen Hansong had ever eaten anything Chen Qingqing cooked. Just thinking about it got to him. How had she grown up in the blink of an eye?

He had always been the rational type, but just then, he went soft.

When he thought about how his daughter was already twenty, how she already had a boyfriend, how in a few more years she'd be someone else's wife, Chen Hansong's eyes actually went red…

Jiang Meilin glanced at him, silently rolled her eyes and gave his thigh a hard pinch under the table.

Realizing he was overreacting, Chen Hansong quickly pulled himself together.

Xu Ye had to set off for Shanghai the next day, so he went home right after dinner. He knew Chen Hansong wouldn't be going…