Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

At this moment, she was sitting with her hand propping her face, dozing off but not quite asleep.

She just needed to give a bit of attention to keep an eye on the fire.

At this time, the phone’s WeChat voice call ringtone sounded.

It woke Li Xiaoyun up once more.

Li Xiaoyun jolted awake.

She opened her eyes to check the phone, saw it was Ye Fei, and glanced at the time on the screen.

Thinking to herself, thank goodness Ye Fei called at this moment.

Otherwise, she might accidentally fall asleep.

Li Xiaoyun quickly answered, "Ye Fei? Why are you calling so early?"

"I guessed you might be up by now," Ye Fei said, "You’re up, right?"

"Don’t worry, I’m up," Li Xiaoyun laughed.

"Didn’t you ask me for the recipe for a stomach-friendly soup porridge yesterday?" Ye Fei asked, "How did it go? Have you tried it? Was everything smooth?"

"The ingredients listed in your recipe are quite common, and cooking them is simple; all you need is to keep an eye on the fire," Li Xiaoyun said, "I managed quite smoothly."

Ye Fei immediately asked, "Oh? You’ve already tried it out?"

Li Xiaoyun then admitted shyly, "I’m making soup right now."

"Soup early in the morning?" Ye Fei quickly figured it out, "You’re having it so your uncle can take it to work, right?"

Ye Fei thought with a smile, I never realized Li Xiaoyun could be this diligent for Zhao Dingli.

It’s clear Li Xiaoyun has truly developed feelings for Zhao Dingli; she’s just not admitting it.

If she weren’t emotionally moved, Li Xiaoyun wouldn’t go to such lengths.

"Yes, I figured he’s busy with work, always drinking very strong black coffee, and can’t eat on schedule, which has messed up his stomach. I’m asking him to take the soup to the office, and at least drinking it at noon, even if meals aren’t on time, will warm his stomach and make him feel better."

"I have two pots going now—one with soup and one cooking porridge," Li Xiaoyun said.

Originally, I thought with my skills, handling one would already keep me busy, how could I handle two?

Yet, unexpectedly, once I started, I actually managed to do it.

Li Xiaoyun was amazed at herself.

Sometimes, you really have to push yourself.

If you don’t try it yourself, you won’t know what you’re capable of.

"Having warm, soft porridge for breakfast feels more comfortable too." Starting the workday like this, just thinking about it brings happiness.

"But how early did you get up to do all this then?" Ye Fei asked.

"It’s okay, five o’clock, it’s bearable," Li Xiaoyun said.

"You’re really pushing yourself too hard, you have to go to work too," Ye Fei felt more for Li Xiaoyun than her uncle.

"I’m just trying it out; if I can’t keep up, I will adjust myself," Li Xiaoyun wasn’t overly confident in herself.

She could persistently work hard at her job.

But there’s one thing she couldn’t maintain—when it came to sleep.

She loves sleeping too much.

Ye Fei didn’t continue to persuade.

No way, Li Xiaoyun is now armed with the power of love.

Even as a good friend, Ye Fei couldn’t interfere too much.

However, Ye Fei felt a little jealous and said, "Oh, I didn’t expect the first one to taste your cooking would be your uncle. Have your parents tried it? I haven’t tasted it yet."

Li Xiaoyun: "..."

Ye Fei’s words truly left her speechless.

Li Xiaoyun said, "Find a time, come over to my place, including my parents, I’ll cook a nice meal for everyone!"

Actually, Li Xiaoyun also felt it wasn’t quite appropriate.

She hadn’t cooked a full meal for her parents yet and was already making one for Zhao Dingli.

Li Xiaoyun also felt she was a bit out of line.

Not to mention, usually, it was Ye Fei cooking for her.

To this day, Ye Fei and the little guy haven’t tasted a meal I cooked myself.

"That’s what you said." Ye Fei didn’t plan to just let it slide, she really wanted to taste Li Xiaoyun’s cooking.

She hadn’t eaten it before.

Regardless of how it tastes, the feeling of it is just different.

"I’m serious," Li Xiaoyun said.

Ye Fei thought for a moment and said, "You’re coming to the old mansion this weekend, so you definitely can’t go back home."

Li Xiaoyun: "..."

How did it become certain that she has to go?

Can she find an excuse not to go?

"Otherwise... next week then," Ye Fei said, "Next Saturday, I’ll take Xiao Mo to visit your parents, it’s been a while since Xiao Mo has seen your parents."

Li Xiaoyun: "..."

She honestly didn’t expect Ye Fei to plan it so fast.

"Will your Zhao Gushen let you go to my house just like that?" Li Xiaoyun asked.

Her parents don’t know Zhao Gushen; if he goes, her parents would definitely feel uncomfortable.

So naturally, Ye Fei wouldn’t bring Zhao Gushen along.

But considering Zhao Gushen’s temperament, would he not cling to Ye Fei and let her go out by herself?

"It’s just one day, what does it matter? Don’t think he’s that clingy," Ye Fei said.

Li Xiaoyun really wanted to give Ye Fei a laugh.

Like Zhao Gushen isn’t clingy?

He’s overly clingy, isn’t he?

"Then it’s settled," Ye Fei decided, "You think about the menu, if you can’t do it, just tell me what dishes you want to cook, and I’ll send you the recipes."

Li Xiaoyun: "..."

"Okay," Li Xiaoyun agreed, not intending to renege.

"Xiao Yun?"

At this moment, Ye Fei heard her uncle’s voice through the phone.

This early in the morning, hearing Zhao Dingli’s voice through Li Xiaoyun’s phone felt quite odd.

Ye Fei originally wanted to spend time questioning Li Xiaoyun properly, to figure out exactly how she was threatened.

But now that Zhao Dingli was here, Ye Fei had to hold off.

In a hurry, she said to Li Xiaoyun, "I hear my uncle’s voice, I’ll hang up first, we’ll talk later."

Li Xiaoyun hadn’t had time to say anything before Ye Fei ended the call.

Leaving Li Xiaoyun staring at her phone, mouth open, words just on the tip of her tongue, yet not having the chance to say them.

But intuition tells her, Ye Fei surely is letting her imagination run wild again.

Hearing Zhao Dingli’s voice, Li Xiaoyun could only put her phone down first.

At that moment, Zhao Dingli also entered the kitchen.

"I smell something delicious; what are you making?" Zhao Dingli asked.

"Didn’t I ask Ye Fei for a recipe? I’m cooking porridge for you, and the soup is simmering on the side," Li Xiaoyun explained, "Let’s have porridge for breakfast. The soup can simmer slowly, and before you leave, you can put it in the thermos to take to work. Remember to have it at noon then."

Zhao Dingli slightly frowned and asked, "To do all this, what time did you get up this morning?"

Li Xiaoyun hadn’t expected his first response would be this question.