Qingqing eagerly volunteered, "Daddy, let me help you..."
"No need, you go play with your sister. I can handle it by myself!" Huang Jun replied with a smile, gently refusing.
"Alright then!"
Though Qingqing felt a tiny bit disappointed, she obediently nodded and took Weiwei's hand to play in the living room, leaving Huang Jun busy in the kitchen.
After setting the rice to cook, Huang Jun turned and selected a few succulent chicken thighs and some fresh vegetables from the refrigerator, carefully washing each one.
He picked up a sharp kitchen knife, the tip gently touching the joints of the chicken thighs, and with a subtle twist of his wrist, the blade slowly moved along the edge of the bone.
The chicken skin and meat gradually separated under the guidance of the blade, and Huang Jun's fingers deftly navigated through the gaps, gently pulling and lifting until the chicken meat slid off the bone like silk.
