Zhao Gushen didn't rush from the start to do this and that for Ye Fei.
He just quietly observed from the side.
He didn't say anything, just remembered every observation about Ye Fei in his heart.
He didn't miss any details.
Day after day, he kept remembering every minute and second.
It turned into what it is now.
No need to say, no need to ask, he can make what Ye Fei likes.
Zhao Dinghuan looked on from the side, his teeth on edge, looking disdainfully at Zhao Gushen.
Where did your past stubborn attitude go?
Zhao Gushen was still immersed in Ye Fei's compliments, satisfied as he looked at the dipping sauce he made for Ye Fei.
Suddenly, his ears twitched a bit.
Zhao Gushen looked up at Zhao Dinghuan, his gaze dropped to the table in front of Zhao Dinghuan.
Then he exclaimed in surprise, "Dad, you didn't make one for Mom?"
Zhao Dinghuan: "..."
