In the early morning, there was a knock on the door outside the door, quietly.

Qiao Panpan was awakened by the sound, opened her eyes and turned pink. She sat up after a few moments of confusion. Her eyes just met the elegant handwriting on the cabinet: [Nannan’s Toy Cabinet]

She sat under the pink gauze tent and then she recalled it.

From now on, this is her home, and this room full of father's love for his daughter belongs to her.

Qiao Panpan stood up and opened the door. Outside, the handsome man surrounded the apron and said with a smile, "Get up and have dinner, Dad has prepared all the dishes."

When she packed up and opened the door and went out again, she happened to see the man humming a song and put all the chopsticks in place, and the table was already full of dishes.

Seeing Qiao Panpan, Wei Mingyan's smile became stronger and his magnetic voice rose. He could hear that he was very happy, "Panpan, sit down and eat first, I'll call your mother."

Qiao Panpan sat down hesitantly, and on the white table were placed with dishes with full color and fragrance. On the far left, there was a beautiful vase. The roses inside were beautiful. Maybe they had been sprinkled with water before, and a few drops of water drooped on the flowers and leaves, which was so beautiful.

A clean and bright room, a pleasant and comfortable environment, and a breakfast that she had already prepared when she woke up, which was something she had never felt in her first eighteen years of life.

"Just use a wheelchair, it's not hard to hold it..." Qiya's gentle voice with coquettishness came from the room. In Qiao Panpan's impression, she had never heard her mother speak in this tone.

She is gentle and strong. She never thought that one day she would be like this, like a little girl, acting coquettishly with others with trust.

Immediately afterwards, Qiao Panpan understood that the reason why her mother was like this was because the person who spoiled her came back.

The man's nice voice sounded intimately, "No effort, I'm full of energy when I hold you."

Qiya's face turned red when he said it, and she gently slapped her in his arms, "Good mouth and smooth tongue."

Wei Mingyan hugged her out and gently placed the person on the chair. Seeing that Qi Ya was sitting firmly, he was still a little worried to support her.

"Okay, sit down quickly, I can't fall."

Faced with her husband's caring heart, the smile on Qiya's face never fell down. In a blink of an eye, she saw her daughter looking at them, and her face turned even redder.

"I'll take the soup out, you guys will eat it first."

"You have an injury on your leg, let Nannan take it."

"It's okay, I'm happy, my legs don't hurt at all."

Wei Mingyan said, limping around and going to the kitchen with a smile on his face.

Qi Ya's smile on the corner of her lips had never fallen. She looked at her husband's back happily for a while before turning to ask her daughter:

"Panpan, did you sleep well last night?"

"It's pretty good." Qiao Panpan replied, looking at the same dark circles on the opposite side, and asked in confusion, "Mom, did you not sleep well last night?"

"Mom and dad haven't met for so long. After chatting all night, I was so sleepy in the morning. Your dad insisted on getting up and making breakfast, saying that we would try his skills."

As he said that, Qiya looked at the table full of food and chuckled, "He didn't even know how to steam rice at home, but he didn't expect that he is so powerful now that he can cook so many dishes."

Qiao Panpan remembered that Wei Mingyan had said that he was working as a small worker in the kitchen, and was also touched, but she quickly remembered other things.

"Mom, didn't you say that his name is Qiao Chengqing?"

Speaking of this, Qi Ya's smile faded and she said with some distress, "Last night, your father told me that he had a conflict with others in business and was imprisoned for several years. After he came out, he had a foundation and didn't want him to hire workers. He changed his name because he had no choice. Later, after saving enough money, he started his own business."

Speaking of this, she sighed again, "He regretted talking about this last night. If he hadn't changed his name, we might have recognized each other long ago, but it's not too late now. It may be really destined, otherwise why would you go to your dad's company for an internship."

"I didn't tell you, your nickname was Nannan when you were a child. When your father started his business, the company name was the name of us. Nanya, otherwise he might have met earlier."

Hearing her mother's dream of happiness, Qiao Panpan thought in her heart that even if she knew her nickname, she would not dare to imagine that the boss of such a large company would be her biological father.

"The soup is here!"

"Seaweed Egg Soup!"

The man walked over slowly with the soup on his face with a smile. Qiao Panpan quickly stood up and took the soup and placed it on the table.

She put the soup down and saw the man sitting next to her mother, picked up the dishes and placed them in her bowl, and said happily: "You like it, try if what I cook is delicious."

Qi Ya smiled with her eyebrows and eyes curled up, took a bite according to his will, and turned her head to look at the people around her, "Do you still remember it after so long?"

"Remember, I remember, is it delicious?" The man's eyes were full of anticipation, and after seeing his wife nodded, he turned into joy.

While eating the dish, Qi Ya praised, "It's really delicious. I didn't expect you to be so talented in cooking!"

"Not talent." He smiled even happier after receiving the praise and asked for advice, "After I learned this dish, I had to cook almost every meal. I practiced so well, and I knew you would like it after eating it."

"And that dish is also what you like, I'll pick it up for you to eat."

Qiao Panpan looked at the man holding dishes one by one, his eyes were bright and he watched his mother eat it, his face full of satisfaction. Suddenly, he remembered that the last time she had eaten here, four dishes and one soup, was indeed my mother liked it.

The scene is obviously very warm, but this scene appears in the girl's mind.

In the bright house, a man prepares the food his wife likes and places it on the table, but can only eat it alone.

No, not, Secretary Liu mentioned in his notes that he would bring the food he cooked to the grave to eat together.

Looking at the mother who was smiling happily and eating dishes one by one, and then at the man who was clearly injured but still standing with food for his wife, Qiao Panpan's heart was warm and warm, and the grudges that had been separated in his heart seemed to have disappeared little by little.

After dinner, Qi Ya went back to her room to take a break. Wei Mingyan called Qiao Panpan, and his handsome face, which had always been steady, was full of nervousness and anxiety.
Chapter completed!