Little Baozi hurriedly yanked his finger out of his mouth.
"Your Cousin Nana never sucks her fingers. She says that's what dumb idiots do." Jun Ye gave the spatula an easy flick, flipping the omelet. The other side turned up a tender golden yellow; it smelled amazing and looked even better.
From a distance, Bai Lu felt like she and her son were both drooling.
What kind of husband had she married? The chef of all chefs, the kind that doesn't leave any room for a housewife to live.
Hearing that he'd be despised by the little queen, Little Baozi forced himself not to put his pinky back in his mouth.
"Okay, tell your mom to serve the rice." Three simple dishes and a soup. Jun Ye turned off the stove and took off his apron.
"Mm." Little Baozi immediately went to find his mom, and then discovered that Mom was standing in the kitchen doorway, looking at the food with the same drooling eyes as his.
