Zhizhi's eyes sparkled as she vigorously nodded her head, looking at Bo Yan with a face seeking praise, "Daddy, does the dumpling Zhizhi made look good?"
Bo Yan's mouth twitched, "Sweetheart, is that what our aesthetic is? Then tell Daddy, do you think the dumpling you made looks good?"
Zhizhi honestly shook her head, her expression serious, "Zhizhi doesn't think it looks very good."
She subconsciously looked at the dumplings Yuran had made, "Compared to Mommy's, Zhizhi's looks so ugly."
Bo Yan was amused by her tone and squatted down to be at eye level with Zhizhi, "Baby, it's your first time making dumplings, and it's a result Daddy is proud of. Now, how about Daddy tries hard with Zhizhi to make the dumpling as pretty as the ones Mommy made, okay?"
Zhizhi's eyes twinkled with hopeful brightness, "Is that possible?"
