My Wanwan, My Son

Lin Xiaoran wasn't surprised by Lin Wan's words because the first thing he did every morning upon waking was to drink a glass of water. Otherwise, he would feel dizzy.

Lin Wan poured a glass of water and watched her son finish it. Then, she placed the glass on the table beside her and carried her son to wash up.

After the mother and son freshened up and changed their clothes, Lin Wan led her son downstairs. Even before reaching the first floor, the delightful aroma wafted through the air.

"Eh, Lin Wan, it's the fragrance of Daddy Lu's cooking," Lin Xiaoran exclaimed joyfully.

"Yes," Lin Wan replied, holding her son's hand as they descended the stairs.

Upon hearing his son's enthusiastic shout, Lu Hao emerged from the kitchen, donning an apron. Upon spotting the mother and son descending the staircase, he greeted them with a smile, "Good morning, Wanwan and my son."