"Then I'll go talk to Auntie later."
Song Yaoyao's eyes curved as she leaned into Huo Yunque's arms.
The little girl looked very cute in the man's arms.
"Is there anything in this world that Gege doesn't know how to do?"
She counted with her fingers as she watched Huo Yunque whisk the eggs into liquid. "You know how to earn money, you know how to dance, and you know how to cook... Ah, sometimes I really feel that you are a god that has descended to the mortal world."
"Tch—"
Huo Yunque knocked her little head. "A god? Song Yaoyao, have you been watching too many TV dramas?"
"Hmph, I'm not the only one who thinks so."
The egg spread across the wok, and the fragrance immediately assailed her nostrils.
Yellow scrambled eggs were quickly prepared.
Song Yaoyao fanned herself, took a deep breath, and sighed. "It's so simple. Why couldn't I cook it well?"
"It's okay if you can't."
