C1971 Pick Buddha

During breakfast, Nian Ci asked in a childish voice, "Dad, why are our poached eggs different?"

The one in front of Gu Tingshen was fried by Huo Niannian and the one in Nian Ci's plate was made by Aunt Liu. How could it be the same?

Hearing her daughter's words, Huo Niannian subconsciously lowered her head. Although she did not look, she could feel Gu Tingshen's burning gaze on her