Qianqian avoided his gaze and chose to ignore it, saying, "Xiao Bai, bring Mommy an apple to wash."
"Okay." Bai Xiaobai immediately agreed, climbed down from the stool, took an apple from the fridge, washed it, and brought it to Mommy.
Bai Jingqing watched the mother and son interact, opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, turning back to the kitchen to continue cooking.
Bai Xiaobai wanted to help but was firmly refused by him.
Qianqian ate the apple her son washed and looked back at Bai Jingqing cooking, a happy smile on her face.
"Xiao Bai, doesn't Daddy look especially handsome when he's cooking?" Qianqian asked her son, who was also lying on the sofa looking towards the kitchen.
Bai Xiaobai nodded vigorously, "Daddy is especially handsome."
He looks handsome even when he's not cooking.
"Didn't Mommy do a good job? Giving you such a handsome Daddy." Qianqian affectionately patted her son's head.
