Urban: I Am the God of Cooking

“Dad, you big lazy pig, get up already!! Yinyin is so hungry!”

A very soft, adorable voice rang beside Ye Cheng's ear. He was having a wonderful dream, surrounded by countless beautiful young women, but the sweet little voice woke him right up.

Strange, he was just holding one of the girls' hands. Why was someone calling him Dad? Had he become a father just like that?

Ye Cheng couldn't help frowning. This was certainly no dream worth having.

Then his nose began to itch. He scrunched it up and sneezed.

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.