Zhuang Yan was busy preparing the ingredients in the kitchen when a tall man wearing an apron suddenly squeezed into the kitchen. He took a look and saw that it was his son who was so busy every day that he had no time to call them.
"Xiao Liu, why are you here? Didn't you go to register your marriage with Xiao Rou?" he asked solemnly.
"Where's Xiao Rou?"
Zhuang Liu rolled up his sleeves. "Rourou is talking to my mom outside."
Seeing that his son's hands were already wet, Zhuang Yan quickly stopped him. "You must be tired from work. Leave the cooking to me. I don't have anything to do, so I decided to learn how to cook."
"When I was young, I was always busy with work and didn't have time to spend with your mother. I didn't do many things that I promised her back then. After you and Rourou's wedding, I'll travel around the world with your mother. I'll accompany her wherever she wants to go."
