Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Director Ford was affirmed and said to the two assistants with particular pride, "See? You single dogs wouldn’t understand."

The two assistants felt deeply hurt.

"Talia..." The two assistants simultaneously turned to the little girl, pretending to be pitiful and seeking comfort.

Talia took two skewers of barbecue and placed them on their side with a sweet smile, "Uncles, don’t cry, be strong."

"Talia, give us a hug." The two assistants looked at the nice and soft little girl and both wanted to cuddle her.

"Do you want to hug my daughter without my permission?" Damian Sinclair glanced at the two assistants and added six to seven skewers in front of them, "Eat meat!"

Whimper, President Sinclair’s gaze was terrifying!

The two assistants pitifully held the skewers and ate, not daring to ask the little girl for a hug anymore.

"Giggle, giggle." The little girl was happily laughing non-stop.

Bella Acker gave Damian Sinclair a side-eye, "Mr. Sinclair, I don’t think I agreed to you recognizing Talia as your daughter."

"Didn’t agree?" Damian Sinclair placed some chicken feet she liked into her bowl again.

"Of course." Bella Acker said, "I still need to ask for Talia’s opinion."

"How about now?" Damian Sinclair placed a handkerchief she liked to eat into her bowl again.

Bella Acker was speechless, "Even if you bribe me with food, I need to consider."

Damian Sinclair heard and continued placing more, until Bella Acker’s bowl was almost full.

"Alright, alright, Mr. Sinclair, stop giving me food. I’m afraid of you now." Bella Acker saw the ambiguous smiles of others and finally surrendered, "As long as Talia agrees herself, I have no objection."

"I agree." Talia immediately raised her hand, and joyfully ran to Damian Sinclair’s side, looking up with her cute little face, sweetly calling him, "Daddy."

"Good girl." Damian Sinclair was so softened by the crisp call of "Daddy," he swiftly reached out and sat her on his lap, "What do you want to eat? Daddy will get it for you."

"Potatoes. Daddy, don’t just give it to me and Mommy, you eat too."

Bella Acker nearly got choked by their enthusiastic exchange, "Not daddy, godfather!"

"Same thing," Damian Sinclair turned to look at her, "Do you want to eat what I make?"

Bella Acker gritted her teeth.

Damian Sinclair asked, "Grilled squid? Grilled pork belly? Grilled pig trotters? Or roasted eggplant?"

All were her favorite foods, Bella Acker muttered very conflicted, "Roasted eggplant."

She spoke with a small voice, carrying a little weak helplessness, as if very unwilling to succumb to the temptation of food eventually.

Talia followed raising her hand, "Daddy, I want to eat grilled squid."

"Alright, it’ll be ready soon." Damian Sinclair stood up, found eggplant and squid in the big bag full of various food, and also cleaned the little carp he had previously brought over, placing them on the grill together.

Brush oil, flip and roast, add ingredients, Damian Sinclair was adept at doing it.

Director Ford and others were quite surprised, "President Sinclair, we didn’t expect you could cook?"

Damian Sinclair didn’t answer, instead turned around to look at Bella Acker, signaling her to speak.

Bella Acker pouted, why should she speak whether he could cook?

"Mommy, Daddy can cook?"

Bella Acker looked at the curious eyes of the little girl, sighed and said, "Yes."

Only willing to answer with one word, and not willing to say more.

"Wow, Daddy is so handsome." The little girl held her face in her hands, eyes sparkling like stars, showing an extremely admiring fangirl expression.