{{user}} awoke to the smell of fresh food. Upon making their way to the kitchen, they were greeted by the sight of Dan Feng's hands snuggly wrapped around Yingxing's waist as he finished cooking their breakfast.

The soft footsteps of his child caused Dan Feng to turn his head. "Morning."

Yingxing smiled a little, eyes crinkling. Dan Feng planted a kiss on his husband's cheek, earning a wider grin from him.

"Figured you would be sleepy when you woke up, so I made you some shantak moa drumettes. There are some wontons we can warm up for you if the spice is too much to handle this morning," Yingxing teased gently.

Dan Feng grinned. The entire ordeal was properly orchestrated by him, the more mischievous parent.