Early the next morning, Qin Qingqing got up to make breakfast for her father Qin Mu.
After spending four years away, she not only learned independence but also how to cook.
Watching his daughter, who used to never lay a finger in the kitchen, busily preparing food, Qin Mu thought he must be seeing things.
"Dad, breakfast will be ready soon."
Hearing footsteps behind her, Qin Qingqing turned and smiled at Qin Mu.
"Okay."
Qin Mu's eyes flickered with emotions, but he showed a gratified smile on his face.
Ten minutes later.
Qin Qingqing set the breakfast on the table and dutifully pulled out a chair for Qin Mu to sit.
"Dad, try my cooking."
"Mm, it's delicious. Our Qingqing has truly grown up."
While eating the breakfast his daughter had made, Qin Mu remarked with emotion.
Qin Qingqing pressed her lips together, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her father who seemed to have aged ten years over the past four years.
