The cold wind blew outside the shop.
Inside, however, it was warm and cozy, like home. The soft yellow lighting dimly illuminated every corner of the shop.
It felt especially inviting.
But in the back kitchen, the bright incandescent lights were on.
Huang Tao made tangyuan tirelessly while smiling at the little figure sitting at a designated dining table not far away.
Little Xuanxuan sat in her chair, leaning over her clean dedicated dining table, carefully coloring in her sketchbook with her crayons, making a swishing sound.
Like a quiet little flower.
Mimi lay bored at her feet, squinting her eyes, dozing off.
When Huang Tao's gaze fell on her, Xuanxuan sensed it and looked up. When her gaze met her father's, shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks.
Suddenly.
Xuanxuan seemed to think of something.
She hurriedly picked up the drawing paper on the table and held it high above her head.
She was showing off her masterpiece to her dad!
