"No, Daddy! The soy sauce is boring. Let me be your sous-chef assistant leg-warmer!" she declared, securing her arms around his calf and looking up at him with an expression of intense devotion.
Yuanfeng laughed, his cheeks colouring slightly at the public display. "My leg-warmer, are you? You'll make me trip, little one."
Before he could gently detach her, Yuanying, who had been strategically watching from the living room doorway, glided into the kitchen.
"Uncle Yuanfeng, Huaijin is distracting you! That knife is sharp!" Yuanying exclaimed, her voice high-pitched with feigned alarm. She elbowed past Huaijin's small, clingy form.
"Let me help you instead! I'm much taller, and I'm very good at arranging things. See, I'll take the chopping board over to the table so you have more space."
