Chapter 82

Nolan’s eyes were drooping. ‘So this is why these two kids go out there to work with an entertainment company?’ Seeing that Waylon was going to make another one, Nolan raised his hand and rubbed his head. “It’s okay. Leave the rest to Daddy.” Waylon looked at him suspiciously. “Daddy, do you know how to cook?” The dignified heir of the Goldmanns, the famous Mr. Goldmann of Bassburgh, there should not be a lot of chance for him to be exposed to such skills. “Of course.” Nolan put on an apron and entered the kitchen. Daisie and Waylon stared at his figure, and both of them were looking forward to the meal as a hint of expectation was flashing across their eyes. Colton smelled the fragrance and ran downstairs in his doll slippers. “Waylon, are you making breakfast?” Seeing his siblings sitting and waiting at the dining table, he looked toward the kitchen, and his eyes widened. ‘It turns out Daddy was the one who’s making breakfast today!’ Nolan brought the breakfast to the table,