"Um, okay."
...
Lu Cong quickly got busy in the kitchen.
Murong Yun sat on the sofa watching TV, occasionally glancing at Lu Cong who was continuously busy.
His father is way more handsome in person than in photos, but he's blind and shameless for abandoning mother and me. Hmph.
Half an hour later.
"Xunxun, the food is ready. Wash your hands and let's eat."
Lu Cong took off his apron and called to Murong Yun.
He thought the boy would clap in excitement, but instead he said, "I'm sorry uncle, I suddenly want to eat fried rice, not pasta."
The smile on Lu Cong's face froze:"…"
Of all things, just had to choose what he can't do…
"Uncle, can't you make fried rice?"
Lu Cong: "I can! Uncle will make it for you."
With that, he turned around and went back to the kitchen.
The boy chuckled triumphantly to himself.
Hmph, you promised Uncle Lu Yang to take care of me. If you don't take good care of me, I'll go complain to Uncle Mo.