In the kitchen, Zhou Jiao prepared several hot dishes her dad likes, and just as she finished, she happily ran outside: "Aunt, I'm going to pick up my dad."
"Slow down! Don't fall."
Before Zhou Xiaozheng even stepped through the door, he saw his beloved daughter sprinting over, "Cooking again? What delicious dishes do we have today? Are they going to be warm?"
Zhou Jiao playfully blew her bangs, holding her dad's arm, "All dishes we both like, but unfortunately, we have guests, so we can't cook too much."
"I heard from your mom that the Miao family is coming?"
"Yeah." Zhou Jiao showed no interest in mentioning outsiders, "Dad, which way did you come from? Is brother going to pick up Ping'an again and perhaps you too?"
"I still took the old route. Maybe the kindergarten had some delays." Zhou Xiaozheng sniffed the aroma as he walked, "My daughter is impressive, just smelling it makes me want to eat."
Zhou Jiao laughed heartily.
