"We don't have... Mama!"
Qingqing and Weiwei's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, their tiny hands unconsciously clutching the hems of their clothes.
Old Lu and Old Jia instantly understood something, and a surge of guilt and compassion filled their hearts, regretting that their inadvertent questions might have touched on the children's sensitive hearts.
At this moment, Weiwei bravely raised her head, her face breaking into a smile again: "But we have Papa! He's busy in the kitchen right now, preparing delicious food for Grandpa Yang's birthday banquet. Grandpa, let me tell you, my Papa's cooking is really delicious!"
"Oh, really?"
Old Lu and Old Jia looked surprised, then quickly guessed that the little ones' dad was that Chef Huang.
Seeing that the two grandpas seemed a bit doubtful, Weiwei hurriedly added, "Grandpas, I'm not lying to you! My Papa not only cooks wonderfully, but he's also great at making pastries! The cake you're eating now is made by our Papa!"
