Yu Beiting took off his apron and greeted them.

"Come and have breakfast."

A strange look flashed in Shen Qinghuan's eyes.

It was the first time she saw Yu Beiting wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen, looking like a househusband.

Is this really the cold and noble President Yu that she knew before?

Shen Qinghuan and the three little ones sat down at the dining table, and Yu Beiting served them each a bowl of millet porridge.

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