Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

That evening, Zhan Guiting took Youyou home, while Zhan Juzhou was still working overtime on set.

As soon as we got home, the little guy's tummy started growling. "Daddy, my tummy says it's hungry and wants some food."

Yoyo said she was hungry, and only then did Zhan Guiting remember that Yoyo wanted to eat.

"Okay, Dad will make it for you."

Zhan Guiting went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found some leftover ingredients from yesterday.

The man took out the ingredients, ready to cook, but his mind went blank. He was stuck on the first step, looking at the ingredients but not knowing how to cook them.

Just as I was about to give up, I suddenly saw the little chubby baby sitting properly on the sofa in the living room, watching "Animal World".

In the end, I put on an apron, searched for cooking tutorials, and within half an hour, I frantically worked in the kitchen and barely managed to cook a meal.

Zhan Guiting brought the food to the table, and the little dumpling ran to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks, set them on the table, and then huffed and puffed as she climbed onto her high chair and sat down obediently.

Zhan Guiting pulled out the chair next to YoYo and sat down, then picked up some food for the little girl, saying, "Try it."

The little dumpling ate it in one bite with a "whoosh".

But as soon as it entered her mouth, her little brows furrowed, her expression suggesting she was contemplating whether to swallow or spit it out.

At first, the little guy was full of confidence in Zhan Guiting's cooking skills, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.

"Is it hard to eat?" Zhan Guiting found it amusing to look at the little guy's "constipated" expression.

"Mmm, it's incredibly delicious." The little girl nodded honestly, but in order not to waste food or the fruits of Zhan Guiting's labor, she swallowed the food in her mouth.

"Daddy, let's order takeout instead. Your cooking is just too bad."

"Come on, let's go out to eat. We'll leave these for your third uncle when he gets back."

Zhan Guiting picked up Yoyo with one hand, grabbed his phone and car keys with the other, and went out.

restaurant

Yoyo sat in the chair, holding a menu bigger than her own face, and as always, ordered all the dishes in the restaurant.

Zhan Guiting was used to it and knew YoYo's appetite, so he didn't stop her.

After ordering, YoYo held up a milk cup that was half her body size and started drinking it, her big, round eyes staring at Zhan Guiting.

Soon, the food was served. The little guy immediately put down his milk and stared longingly at the plates of delicious food that were being brought to the table, his mouth practically watering.

"Hello, your meal has been served. Enjoy your meal." The waitress said before turning and leaving.

Yoyo picked up some food for Zhan Guiting, and then she held the bowl and ate big mouthfuls of rice.

Zhan Guiting ate slowly and deliberately, occasionally glancing up at the little meatball who was eating large mouthfuls of rice.

Although I felt quite helpless, I still let YoYo do whatever made her happy.

After eating his fill, the little guy picked up the soup bowl and started drinking. As he drank, he started playing, blowing bubbles and making a gurgling sound.

Zhan Guiting thought the little guy was holding the bowl too low and couldn't drink, so he said, "Hold it higher."

Yo-yo did as she was told, and with a "splash," the soup spilled all over the little girl's face.

Zhan Guiting was exasperated. His daughter was usually quite skilled at catching ghosts, so why was she being so stupid this time?

A waiter came to clean.

Zhan Guiting grabbed the little girl by the back of her collar and took her to the bathroom. He then scooped the little girl up by the waist and roughly washed her face with one hand.

Yoyo caught a glimpse of a ghost clinging to the ceiling out of the corner of her eye, so she waved her chubby little hand and greeted it with a grin, "Hello, ghost, have you eaten yet?"

The ghost stuck to the ceiling is a good ghost. There's no need to catch it. It will automatically go to the Bridge of Helplessness to be reincarnated when the time comes.

The ghost on the ceiling was startled, scratching its head in confusion. Was she talking to it? Could she see it?

After washing his face, Zhan Guiting put the little guy on the ground.

The little guy ran straight to the dining table, seemingly still hungry.

Zhan Guiting followed behind when suddenly a soft moan came from around the corner.

"Brother Ting~"

Zhan Guiting turned his head and saw a familiar face: Xiling Yiyao.

His childhood sweetheart, the two grew up together. When they were ten years old, due to business competition, Zhan Guiting and Qin Yimo were almost assassinated by assassins. In the end, Xiling Yiyao risked her life to save them.

"Brother Ting~ I'm back." Xi Ling Yi Yao ran up to Zhan Gui Ting, her eyes filled with tears, her gaze fixed on Zhan Gui Ting.

"When did you get back?" Zhan Guiting asked indifferently.

“About a week ago, my brother told me that you were on a business trip in H City. I had just returned from abroad and was thinking of coming here to visit. I never expected that we would run into each other like this.” When Xi Lingyi smiled, two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, making her look very sweet and gentle.

"Brother Ting, do you have time to stroll around here with me?" Xi Ling Yi Yao asked.

Zhan Guiting refused outright, "I don't have time. Zhan Luya is filming here; you can have her accompany you around."

"Brother Ting, are you very busy?" Xi Ling Yi Yao looked hurt and pitiful, which made people feel sorry for her.

"Yeah, busy taking care of the baby." Zhan Guiting said, glancing at Youyou. The little one was still eating heartily.

Xi Ling Yi Yao was taken aback. Zhan Gui Ting could take care of children? Could it be that Wen Zi Jin gave birth to triplets for him?

As Xi Ling Yi Yao thought this, she followed Zhan Gui Ting's gaze and saw a three-year-old girl who looked somewhat like Zhan Gui Ting. She was instantly terrified and turned pale.

Zhan Guiting wouldn't even bother with his own child, let alone someone else's. Therefore, that little girl is most likely Zhan Guiting's daughter.

But didn't he and Wen Zijing divorce three years ago? How could he still have a daughter?

"Ting... Brother Ting~ She... She's your daughter?" Xi Ling Yi Yao was so heartbroken she was almost crying.

She prayed to God in her heart, please don't let her be Brother Ting's daughter, please don't let her be Brother Ting's daughter.

"Yes, that's my daughter, she's three years old." Zhan Guiting said with a smile, his gaze fixed on Youyou, his eyes filled with endless doting affection.

Xi Ling Yi Yao wanted to ask something, but Zhan Gui Ting interrupted her, "I'm sorry, I'm worried about my daughter being alone. We can meet again when we get back to the capital."

After the man finished speaking, he strode away, showering the little baby with affection and doting on him.

The heartwarming scene should have been therapeutic, but to Xiling Yiyao, it was particularly jarring.

She was jealous. Yes, she was jealous of a three-year-old child. If even a three-year-old child could receive Zhan Guiting's favor, why couldn't she?

Xi Ling Yiyao came to her senses, wiped away her tears, and took out her phone to make a call.

"Hello, what's wrong, Sister Yiyao?" Zhan Luya's voice came from the phone.

"Brother Ting has a daughter?" Xi Ling Yi Yao's voice was trembling with tears.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, but don't worry, it's definitely not Wen Zijin's."

"Whose is that? I'll tear it to shreds with my own hands!" Xi Lingyi shouted angrily.

What kind of woman is so audacious as to dare steal her man?!

"I don't know either, nobody knows. The only thing we know is that after Wen Zijin left, my older brother was drinking heavily outside and probably slept with some woman by accident. My older brother searched for her but couldn't find her. But don't worry, it definitely couldn't be Wen Zijin, so you still have a chance to come into our family."

Hearing this, Xiling Yiyao felt much better.

He didn't care about triplets, so why would he care about another child? As long as she didn't prevent him from entering the Zhan family and becoming Zhan Guiting's wife, the eldest young mistress of the Zhan family, he wouldn't care at all.