"Pengpeng, go wash your hands, we can start dinner soon..."
Lin Weilin called out warmly while he and Qu Qing placed the dishes, full of color and aroma, one by one on the dining table.
Instantly...
The entire dining room was filled with a light scent of food.
With his hands clean, Lin Yipeng's eyes revealed a maturity and understanding beyond his years, and he volunteered, "Papa, Mama, let me help you..."
"See, our Pengpeng has really grown up. He's starting to understand the hard work of his parents and is volunteering to help out. This change is truly delightful."
Lin Weilin was filled with emotion and exchanged a glance with Qu Qing, their eyes shining with satisfaction, as if they were about to be moved to tears by this happiness.
Qu Qing's eyes were slightly red, but a gentle smile hung on her lips as she softly said to Lin Yipeng, "Good child, you can be responsible for setting the tableware. Mom believes you can do a great job."
"Okay~"
