Feng Wuyou didn't skimp on the compliments, "Daddy, you're as young and handsome as ever. From now on, if you want to eat anything, I'll make it for you; you won't have to think about it."
Upon hearing this, Jun Moqing thought of when Xiao Jinyan was little; he would often talk about modern delicacies, which would make her crave them, and she'd look at him with longing eyes, "Daddy, I want to eat."
"Daddy can't cook, you'll just have to use your imagination."
"They say daughters are like warm little jackets for the heart, and that's no lie."
Feng Wuyou giggled twice, "Daddy, after so many years apart, did you miss me?"
Jun Moqing looked down at his daughter, and sure enough, after recovering his memories, he felt closer to her.
"My precious daughter was in another Space, of course, I missed her."
Feng Wuyou sighed, "What a pity that I don't remember Daddy, and all these years I thought I was an orphan."