"Yeah, I got it." Qin Xue nodded, quickly preparing the sauce while Chu Molin kneaded and stretched the noodles into the pot. The couple worked seamlessly together.
"Brother, do you think Dad will fry an egg?" Yu Chen wanted to eat an egg, but he didn't tell his parents; instead, he asked his brother.
The father understood them the most. Sometimes, even without saying anything, their father would just know and would guide them rather than telling them directly, which made him feel that dad was truly great.
But now he wanted to eat an egg and didn't know how to tell his parents, so he could only ask his brother.
"Just tell Dad if you want to eat. How will anyone know you want it otherwise?" Yu Ze found his little brother adorably silly.
He wasn't Chu Molin, so how would he know if there would be fried eggs? Besides, it's not like there weren't any, since there were eggs at home.
