Three Person Line

It was a rare Sunday. Lei Yunze did not have any work arrangements today. Ling Xiao Yue went to the company early in the morning, while Lei Yunze went to pick up the prayer book. The moment Ling Xiao Yue returned home, she began chanting like a little angel jumping into Ling Xiao Yue's arms.

"Mom. Father is cooking today! " Before Ling Xiao Yue could even change her clothes, she was pulled towards the kitchen by someone reciting. The moment Ling Xiao Yue entered the kitchen, a thick cloud of smoke blew across her face.

"Cough, cough!" Ling Xiao Yue's eyes were unable to tear herself away from the smoke. She continuously waved her hands, hoping that she would be able to dissipate the smoke.

"What are you doing?" Yu Qingwan had once ridiculed Ling Xiao Yue for burning the kitchen. Looking at Lei Yunze's posture, it was more than just burning the kitchen that was about to set the house on fire.