#545 Overflowing Thoughts (1)

His daughter has always been the best, and it is impossible for parents to stay with their children for a lifetime. Letting her go and experience life by herself is the best way for her to grow up.

But in just half an hour, the seafood spaghetti made by father and daughter was out of the pot. Wushuang held the appetizing noodles up to her nose and sniffed. The aroma was overflowing. She closed her eyes contentedly. "Dad, you are amazing, you can make the same taste every time."

Jing Hongyuan took off the apron on his body, and smiled gently, "The same ingredients naturally taste the same, gluttonous girl, let's go out first."

Wushuang smiled happily, walked out of the kitchen with the pasta, and when she turned back, she saw Jing Hongyuan tidying up the kitchen carefully. A refined person like her father would take his time and enjoy every meal. For some reason, she suddenly remembered his family, Mr. Mu, who had a different personality, but he seemed to have the same attitude towards the kitchen.

Luckily, she took out her mobile phone and snapped a picture of Jing Hongyuan's back. Before Jing Hongyuan could turn around, she had already run back to the dining table, and took another picture of freshly baked pasta, and sent them together to Mu Jinchen's WeChat superior.

At this moment, Mu Jinchen was finalizing the details of the shopping center with the people from the Thai palace. He felt the phone vibrating in his pocket, frowned slightly, and took it out to have a look.

Seeing that it was a little woman's ink painting portrait showing unread messages, her frowning brows relaxed, and a soft smile flashed in her deep eyes.

This smile amazed everyone in the conference room, especially the Thai people. This Mr. Mu has never been tolerant since he arrived. After several days of meetings, everyone's faces are full of exhaustion. The color, but this inadvertently gently hooked lips, but unconsciously amazed the time.

Mu Jinchen, who was immersed in the joy of receiving Wushuang's message, naturally didn't know it. He slid open the screen and clicked on the message. Two very ordinary photos came into view. One was of Jing Hongyuan in plain clothes and black pants. The back view, the other one is a plate of smoking, looking at the delicious pasta.

At the end, there is another line of text, "Papa's pasta is delicious. I think Mr. Mu can practice cooking with Papa Jing when he has time. This will make it easier to tie Mrs. Mu's stomach."

Imagining Wushuang's demeanor when he spoke, his soft and sweet voice, the corners of Mu Jinchen's lips curved further, and finally he only replied with one word, "Okay."

Looking up again, I saw that everyone's eyes were focused on me, and I frowned again involuntarily, and said in fluent English, "Why don't you continue?"

All the talents came back to their senses one after another and continued with the agenda just now.

Wushuang at this end looked at the phone but was depressed for a long time. She typed so many words, but he only replied one word to her.

When Jing Hongyuan came out with another plate of pasta, he happened to see his daughter staring at the phone screen in a daze, smiled knowingly, and said, "Did Shuang Shuang miss Chen'er?"

Only then did Wushuang come to his senses, pursed his cherry lips and pondered for a while, and then nodded, "A little bit, but he is probably busy now, so he ignores me."

"Okay, Chen'er is a measured person, so don't be childish."

Wushuang thought about it for a while, frowned and asked, "Am I very childish now?"