The two of them finished cooking the glutinous rice balls and brought them out together, where Mr. Ji and Ji Xinghang also came over.
Mr. Ji greeted Luo Ning with a smile, "Ningning's here!"
"Hello, Uncle Ji," Luo Ning called out politely.
Mr. Ji nodded at her before walking over to Qi Yuelan with an ingratiating smile, "The glutinous rice balls made by my wife really smell amazing."
Qi Yuelan glanced at him, "Even dogs don't have the nose you do."
Mr. Ji choked, touched his nose with a cry-laugh expression, "I'm just praising your excellent cooking skills."
Seeing Ji Xinghang standing still, he felt the boy was clueless, "What are you standing there for? Pull out a chair for your wife!"
Luo Ning: "..."
She found that Mr. Ji's image as a stern and successful businessman was getting farther and farther away from the first time they met.
Reminded by his father, Ji Xinghang quickly moved to pull out a chair for Luo Ning.