“Youyou, today, mommy shall prepare dinner for you all, alright?”
She grinned and rushed to change the topic into an innocuous one!
Her suggestion, however, was mercilessly rejected by him . “Mommy, your injury has just healed, so don't go to the kitchen and torment yourself . Besides, your cooking isn't as good as mine, and each time you finish cooking, the kitchen is in such a mess I have difficulty cleaning it up . ”
Hearing this, Mu Yazhe glanced at her .
She blushed at her son's words, and the corners of her mouth twitched .
How could this child embarrass her like this?
Helpless, she sat down on the sofa . She intended to show off her cooking, but with the boy around, she did not even get the chance to do so .
She could only hug Little Yichen and watch cartoons with him in the living room .
“Mommy, I don't like watching cartoons . ” He comfortably nestled in her embrace and acted petulant .
AdvertisementShe raised a brow . “What do you like watching then?”
“Channel 7!”
Channel 7…
She was silent .
Channel 7 was a TV network that aired military-related topics…
In the end, she switched to the said channel .
A heated battle was going on in the kitchen, meanwhile .
When Mu Yazhe entered it, he saw Youyou washing the back of the bowl intently .
Aware of his entrance, the boy looked back to cast his eyes on him . He then asked, “Daddy, what do you like to eat?”
“Huh?”
He raised a brow in surprise . When he realized that 'daddy' had really come from the little guy's mouth, he was slightly stunned .
It was this little guy's first time taking the initiative to call him daddy .
Before, he shouted his name, was coerced into doing so, or did it unwillingly .
Now, he took the initiative to call him that .
The man's heart warmed, and for a while, he did not come to his senses .
The boy knitted his brows and spat, “Daddy, why the lack of reply? Are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease already?”
His face instantly blackened .
This guy isn't cute at all!
And to think that I was a little touched .
He could not help but reach out to tussle his hair .
The kid, surprisingly, did not evade his touch but let him be, instead, just like a docile kitten .
This surprised the man even more .
In the past, this lad was extremely resistant to his intimate touches .
If he so much as touched a strand of his hair, not only would he avoid it, he would even lambast him for it .
This made him suspicious .
Something's up with this kid .
He was unexpectedly docile and cute today, unlike the past, when he would behave like a threatened little kitten . Upon seeing him, this kitten would draw its claws out .
He then attempted to pinch his cheeks . Bouncy, soft, and chubby, the flesh on his face was as tender, and soft, as bean curd, and it felt good to the touch .
The boy showed no signs of resistance and allowed him to ravage his cheeks while his hands did not stop moving .
He quietly washed the vegetables and smoothed them out on the chopping board . Just as he picked up the cutting knife, all of a sudden, a pair of powerful arms circled his waist .
Startled, he peered slightly from his periphery and saw his father hugging him from the back in a manner akin to hugging a soft toy .
His embrace was so warm and spacious .
Unlike his mother's soft embrace, his father's hug had toughness peculiar to male .
Chapter end
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