"Alright, since you're being so good, Daddy will tell you the truth," Kasper Edith placed Osbert Montgomery on the ground, bending down to hold his shoulder, "Actually, Daddy's known how to cook for a long time, I've just been lazy and didn't want to."
Osbert Montgomery looked at him expectantly, "Then... Daddy can cook for me often from now on, okay?"
"No problem," Kasper Edith laughed in reply.
Turning his face to look at the stove, Osbert Montgomery stuck out his little tongue to lick the soup off the corner of his lips, "So can we start eating?"
"Of course."
Kasper Edith laughed and patted his head, "Go on, help Daddy get the bowls and chopsticks."
"Okay."
Osbert Montgomery opened the cabinet, and Oliver Palmer had already walked in, the three men set up the utensils together and prepared breakfast, footsteps sounded in the living room.
"Timing is everything," Olivia Parker sniffed, "it smells so good!"
Thinking about the outing at sea, she didn't sleep in either.
