Qingmei and Ji Shuanglin came back from their morning exercise, smelling a strong burnt odor from the kitchen. Both parents hurriedly rushed into the kitchen to check the situation.
Unexpectedly, they stumbled upon a sweet and cozy scene of their son and Yan Huan.
"Ahem ahem!" Qingmei coughed loudly twice.
Ji Shuanglin hurried to cover his wife's mouth, but it was too late.
He gave his wife a slightly reproachful look, displeased with her for being insensitive and ruining their son's good moment.
Qingmei was unfazed. She looked at her son, who still had one leg in a cast and should have been resting in bed, yet he had run to the kitchen.
"Ji Chuan! Go back!"
Ji Chuan and Yan Huan were caught red-handed, and Ji Chuan felt more regret than anything. Yan Huan, however, was embarrassed and awkward, cooking so intently that they almost ended up kissing…
"Mom! Did you time your return?" Ji Chuan chuckled awkwardly.
"What? Do you have a problem with that?"
