After a brief pause, Song Nianhuan cheerfully added, "But Godfather's cooking is the best. When we were in Paris, it was Godfather who cooked for me and Mom. Even Godmother Gu Qing said that Godfather's dishes are the best."
Lu Jingchen's face had already darkened; he didn't expect that Chu Munan held such a high position in his daughter's heart.
He pursed his lips, then picked up Song Nianhuan and gently said, "Sweetie, you haven't tasted Daddy's cooking yet. Once you do, I guarantee you'll want more. It's even better than your Godfather's."
Song Nianhuan's eyes lit up, "Really?"
Lu Jingchen nodded, "Of course, would Daddy lie to you?"
"No, Daddy would never lie to Huanhuan."
"Good girl... Play here with your brother, and Daddy will go cook for you, okay?"
Song Nianhuan nodded eagerly, like a garlic peeler.
Nanny Chen stood to the side, unable to suppress her smile. Seeing the way the sir and the young miss interacted, she was already very satisfied.
