Become a Matchmaker

As evening approached and the sky gradually darkened, Zhou Chao was in the kitchen, cooking while listening to music. Even the Shoufu was behaving well, quietly watching Zhou Chao nearby.

"Ding dong!"

Upon hearing the doorbell, Zhou Chao knew who it was.

Quickly transferring the cooked dishes onto plates, he walked towards the door, wiping his hands on his apron.

"Click!"

Opening the door, he saw two figures, one large and one small, appear before him.

It was Ling Chen and his son, Ling Yang.

"Good evening, Boss. Xiao Yang, greet Uncle Zhou!" 

"Hello, Uncle Zhou!" Ling Yang obediently greeted.

The childish voice made Zhou Chao couldn't help but pinch Ling Yang's little cheeks.

"Xiao Yang is becoming cuter and cuter. Come on in, dinner is almost ready!"

"Uncle Zhou, can you stop pinching Yang's cheeks in the future?" Ling Yang looked up, speaking earnestly.