Jiang MingYuan walked out with a towel around himself after shower. He dried his hair and was about to crawl into bed. 

There was a picture of his family of three on his nightstand. The picture was taken when he was a child. Handsome man, beautiful woman, plus a cute kid, the picture looked very homely. 

Zhong Yuhuan, being bragged to to his face, slammed down the phone in disgust. Then something else occurred to him.

Didn’t Jiang MingYuan say he was not interested in his son’s mother? Then what’s with the bragging?

Holding on his chin, he fell into deep thought. He thought of something interesting and chuckled out loudly.

Jiang MingYuan has a few chefs at home and all of them fairly decent but Cheng Huan’s cooking was still better in comparison. 

He gave her a thumbs up and praised genuinely, “This is very delicious.”

Cheng Huan scooped the meat out into a bowl, brought it out and placed it on the dinner table before she called out to XingXing. 

The little kiddo was very cooperative. He got up from the floor when he heard his mother calling out to him, patted off the invisible dusts from her shirt, and brought with him a little stool to wash his hands.