Chapter 1161: Lovesickness

Chris Jung ate the two badly burnt sunny-side-up eggs from the plate as if everything was normal.

He got up, put the plate back in the kitchen, fried another egg, and made a sandwich.

Lilian Rose looked at the breakfast on the table, "The way you fry an egg and the way I do it seem to be very different."

The other onlookers: Not bad, not stupid, you finally have some self-awareness.

Chris naturally picked up the child, placed him on his lap, and gently swayed, the corners of his mouth slightly curling upward, "They look different, but they taste the same, there's no difference."

Hearing his words, Lilian Rose, who seldom cooked, deeply agreed, picked up the egg, took a bite, and showed a blissful expression on her face.

Production crew: We're numb, numbed out.

Chris really pampers Rose like a child.

It looks so blissful, I'm damn envious, what a perfect man.