The number of times Dad cooked can be counted on one hand, and the dishes he made...
When Tingxuan was little, he tried it once, and he spat it out when he ate it, and got a beating from Dad!
"Alright! If my daughter wants to eat it, then I'll cook!" Huo Shaohua raised an eyebrow and smiled, he would cook if his daughter wanted to eat.
His dear daughter wasn't feeling well now, and what mattered most was making her happy. As long as she was happy, she would recover faster.
"Then I'll wait and see if Dad's cooking skills have improved!" Tianxin grinned mischievously. She figured Dad's cooking would only get worse, not better...
Because Dad hadn't cooked in a long time!
"You little rascal, do you want to see Dad make a fool of himself!" Huo Shaohua lovingly rubbed his daughter's head.
"No, I really want to eat Dad's cooking." Tianxin sat beside Dad and cozied up, coaxing and cajoling him.
"Alright, whatever my daughter says is right!"
