Divorced with a Child, Setting Up a Stall, the CEO Ex-Wife Chases Him Back, Part 3

"Papa, I'll help you move things."

Seeing Lu Qin carrying a large box, the little one pattered over to help.

"Then Yao Yao can carry her own plush toys into the room."

"Okay, Papa."

After obtaining the system, he cooked for the first time. There was no longer Lu Qin or the little one at home.

"Eeyaah."

The little one hugged a large cardboard box, her short legs taking "drunken steps" as she swayed forward like a snake.

When Lu Qin saw this, he bent down to support the box and laughed helplessly.

"Yao Yao, just do what you can. Let Dad carry such a big box."

"Papa, did Yao Yao buy too many toys? They're so heavy."

The little one took a breath, her tiny brows furrowing.

"Then will you still buy so many toys in the future?"

"I'll only buy them if I really, really like them. If I just like them, I won't buy them."

The little one blinked her big, watery eyes. "Papa, Yao Yao should carry Yao Yao's things. You said I should try to do my own things myself."

The little one was very sensible. Since the big box was difficult to carry, she switched to smaller boxes, packed everything separately, and carried them into her room one by one.

The father and daughter spent more than an hour moving and organizing everything. After washing their faces, they lay on the sofa to rest.

There was a medium-sized farmers' market in the old neighborhood, only a little over five hundred meters away.

That evening, Lu Qin went to the market to buy a few ingredients, then returned home to make dinner.

Lu Xiyao watched TV in the living room. Though the television was not as large, it was still the same cartoon, "Dora the Explorer," and she watched it with great interest.

The first skill he had drawn from the system was Max-Level Fried Noodles. With his techniques and experience maxed out, Lu Qin's chopping, wok-tossing, and other movements had improved by leaps and bounds.

He had once been no more than proficient. Now, he was already a master.

Dinner consisted of simple home-cooked dishes: Braised Pork Ribs, Stir-fried Tomato and Eggs, and stir-fried greens. Three dishes for two people was not much, but if they had good appetites, it was just enough to finish everything.

Once the dishes were done, their rich aroma had already drifted into the living room.

Lu Xiyao's delicate little nose sniffed hard, and she immediately pressed the remote before pattering over.

"Wow~!"

"Papa, it smells so good~!"

"Yao Yao is hungry~!"

While watching cartoons in the living room earlier, the little one had eaten a large apple, so she had not been very hungry.

But now that she smelled the food Lu Qin had made, the little glutton in her stomach instantly came back to life.

"Papa, today's food smells much better than before~!"

Lu Xiyao blinked her grape-like eyes, staring at the glossy Braised Pork Ribs, practically drooling.

"Then hurry and wash your hands. We'll eat after that."

"Okay!"

Lu Xiyao ran to the bathroom, skillfully pulled over a small stool, and stood on it to wash her hands.

Lu Qin had raised the little one very well. She could independently wash her face, brush her teeth, tie her shoelaces, and do all sorts of things herself.

By the time she finished washing her hands, Lu Qin had already served her a small bowl of rice and placed a piece of Braised Pork Ribs in it.

"Papa, let's eat. Hurry."

"Ah-woo~!"

The little one could not wait any longer. She was still learning to use chopsticks, and rather clumsily picked up the rib before putting it into her little mouth.

The marvelous taste of tender, savory ribs blending with the rich sauce made the little one sway her head happily, while her feet unconsciously swung beneath the table.

"Eat slowly. Eating too fast affects digestion."

Lu Qin smiled and shook his head, then took a bite of the Stir-fried Tomato and Eggs.

His eyes lit up.

It was amazing.

Sure enough, with the system's max-level skill enhancement, even a simple home-cooked dish had risen several levels in flavor.

Every bite of Stir-fried Tomato and Eggs was packed with texture. The eggs were smooth yet springy, while the tomatoes were fresh, sweet, and juicy. They complemented each other perfectly, leaving an endless aftertaste.

Under the father and daughter's assault, all three dishes were thoroughly cleaned off.

Lu Qin ate two large bowls of rice, while the little one ate two small bowls.

After eating, neither of them moved. They leaned back in their chairs for a while, and the little one rubbed her round little belly, still wanting more.

"Papa, can you make this for Yao Yao again tomorrow? Papa's cooking today was so, so delicious~!"

"Of course."

Lu Qin smiled, rubbed his precious daughter's little head, then got up to clear the dishes.

The little one knew Lu Qin was tired from cooking and washing dishes, so she insisted on helping.

As a result, she got her sleeves completely wet while washing dishes, then squeezed out too much dish soap and filled the entire sink with bubbles.

"Hehe."

Lu Qin was not angry. Smiling, he reached out and lightly scraped the little one's nose.

"You little troublemaker."

The kitchen was filled with a faint warmth.

Eight thirty that night.

Prosperous Jiangcheng had become a sea of colorful lights.

Shen Muyan finished her busy workday, parked in the garage, and took the elevator up to the villa.

After unlocking the door with facial recognition, she found the house dark and silent.

For a moment, she thought she had entered the wrong home.

No matter how late she returned in the past, Lu Qin would always leave a light on for her.

There would also be a glass of lightly flavored lemon water waiting for her on the table.

After a brief daze, Shen Muyan changed clothes, took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and sat down on the spacious European-style leather sofa.

Shen Muyan closed her eyes to rest.

"You're back?"

"Yao Yao is already asleep. Are you hungry? I'll make you some noodles."

Lu Qin's gentle, warm voice echoed in Shen Muyan's mind. She suddenly opened her eyes, only to find that the vast living room was empty except for herself.

Shen Muyan felt inexplicably irritated.

She picked up her phone and made a call.

"Fang Ya, are you free? I'm treating you to dinner."

"I'm not free. I'm busy... Wait, what? You're treating me to dinner? My dear lady, do you know what time it is?"

"I just got home from the company. I haven't had dinner yet."

Only when facing Fang Ya did Shen Muyan speak with a hint of grievance, as if saying, I work myself to death every day. Is it easy?

Fang Ya was speechless. "Can't you just eat properly?"

Fang Ya was a food blogger with tens of millions of followers and a contributing writer for several food magazines.

When Shen Muyan called Fang Ya, the latter had been bent over her desk writing an article.

Fang Ya truly had no idea what to do with this best friend. For work, Shen Muyan did not even care about her stomach.

With no other choice, Fang Ya accompanied Shen Muyan to dinner at this hour, treating it as a late-night meal for herself.

Inside a small alley filled with the lively atmosphere of everyday life.

Seeing Shen Muyan frown with her lovely willow-leaf brows and wipe the table with a disgusted expression, Fang Ya's lips curved into a smile.

"President Shen, do you know that delicious food is often hidden in these rundown alleys?"

Shen Muyan still frowned. Fang Ya had the most authority when it came to food, and she believed the food here would certainly not be bad.

But could the hygiene conditions not be improved a little?

Very soon, the dishes arrived.