Ji Rufeng turned around as if he felt something, and saw Yu Wangchen standing outside the kitchen with a blanket in his arms.

He smiled at her, and she subconsciously pulled her lips, but he didn't know what he said to Huanhuan. Huanhuan turned her head suddenly, blinking her big eyes like black pearls and looking at her with her face, "Mommy!"

Yu Wangchen immediately put down the blanket and walked over. Ji Rufeng smiled again, handed the child to her arms, patted her head gently, and said, "Are you hungry? If you are hungry, eat with Huanhuan first, and Xu'er, I don't know if this kid has fallen inside when going to the toilet? There is so much smoke in the kitchen, you can go out first."

He said, even pushing her out for a few steps.

Yu Wangchen was stunned until he left the kitchen door and remembered that he was clearly his own home, why did he look like a male owner?

Male...male owner?

Yu Wangchen's hands trembled, and his ears burned incredibly. Huanhuan touched her face in a daze, tilted her head and asked, "Mommy, do you have a fever?"

Yu Wangchen paused, looked back quickly, hugged her and left quickly.

Ji Rufeng turned around and looked at her holding Huanhuan and leaving happily. He couldn't help but smile. When the shovel was handed over from his left hand to his right hand, he shook his right hand.

It has been four years since Zhao Jian closed his pen, and this hand and even this arm have been abandoned and never used. This year, he has even begun to experience muscle atrophy. That is the punishment he used to replace Zhao Jian to punish himself.

He thought he would never use this hand again, but he did not expect that God treated him well, A Jian was not dead, and he still had a daughter.

He clenched his fists and looked at the hand. Maybe it was time for him to exercise.

During lunch, a thick layer of snow had fallen outside, and compared with the severe cold outside, the room was as warm as summer.

In the past, she took care of Huanhuan herself, and the little princess was anxious when she had dinner and always slapped the table. Yu Wangchen once worried that she would teach her daughter to be a manic man.

However, after eating this bite today, there was a next bite waiting in front of her mouth, sometimes it was meat and sometimes it was vegetables, which completely matched the child's randomness when eating. No matter what he gave, Huanhuan would eat without saying a word, but there was no situation where the child was slamming the table when she was having dinner with Huanhuan.

Yu Wangchen looked at Ji Rufeng and was caught off guard. She looked up and heard the man say, "Why are you distracted again? Eat quickly, the food will get cold later."

She nodded subconsciously, and Zhao Xu beside her smacked her lips and opened her mouth, "Why do I feel like the taste of this meal has been eaten?"

"I've eaten it!" Huanhuan clapped her hands and sat in the baby's chair and jumped straight on her chubby body.

Ji Rufeng looked at Yu Wangchen, who was still biting a piece of fish in his mouth. Its soft, juicy, and tender taste enriched the taste buds. After swallowing it, the lips and teeth remained fragrant, and I couldn't help but want to take a bite.

She... also felt very nostalgic about this feeling, just like eating taste and knowing the marrow.

Ji Rufeng looked at her nervously, and he didn't want her to remember the past, those were too painful and too sad, but at the same time, he looked forward to her being able to remember, remember him, and remember the love between them.

"Mr. Ji, we have never met before, right? Or are you a chef? Where did I have the honor to have eaten your skills?" Zhao Xu developed a rich association.

Yu Wangchen also turned his head to look at him. Their past, the past that Ji Shaoguang said, was so determined to love each other. What did she want to hear him say?
Chapter completed!