The night descended slowly like silk, and in Jinyuan District, lights flickered as every household immersed in the warm time after dinner.
On the top floor, in a corner of Huang Jun's living room, a colorful children's rug was laid out.
On the carpet, small plastic pots, pans, plates, and bowls were neatly arranged. Beside them were exquisite small tables and chairs, and next to them were rows of various realistic food models—from brightly colored plastic fruits to elaborately made cakes and pizzas, each one vivid and lifelike.
At this moment, Qingqing was wearing her favorite little apron, a small chef's hat on her head, sitting upright on the carpet, her small hands busily fluttering among the toys.
Meanwhile, Weiwei sat quietly to the side, eagerly awaiting Qingqing's "culinary masterpiece."
Indeed!
They were playing the roles of little chef and customer, and the make-believe game was in full swing.
