In the kitchen, Xiao Fei was tying his apron, busy at the stove.
Three little ones were poking their heads curiously at the kitchen door.
Bai Niangyu was initially feeling a bit shy, but in the end, she couldn't resist her curiosity—or the enticing smell that tugged at her appetite—and she edged closer to peek in.
At the first glance, Bai Niangyu's small mouth opened wide in astonishment.
"Wow…"
Xiao Fei's culinary skills were one thing, but the almost artistic performance of his cooking process was something else entirely.
It was as if the ingredients had sprouted legs—after Xiao Fei chopped them, they flew on their own into the pots and pans.
"Daddy, Daddy…"
Bai Niangyu ran brightly over to her dad, tugging at his hand and said sweetly:
"Uncle's amazing! The food… it flies…!!"
Food flies?
What on earth is this girl talking about?
Bai Zheyan and He Tong were completely baffled, especially seeing Tang Yuxin's mysterious smile, which only made them more curious.
