183: C183 The Grass from My Son

C183 The Grass from My Son

"I'm not afraid of acid."

His voice was low and hoarse as he blew hot air. He was sensitive to Chuchen shrinking.

She was a sensitive little demoness.

After rolling on the bed many times, Ye Junhao was very clear about her sensitivity.

"As long as it's your cooking, even if you make me eat pickled vegetables every day, I'll be happy."

"Really, it's so easy to raise. Then I'll let you eat pickled vegetables and white rice every day."

"With you, even if it's plain and crude rice every day, it's still like eating delicacies. If you're not by my side, the delicacies every day are like chewing wax."

If there was love, he would drink to his heart's content.

Chuchen used one hand to pull the big hand that wrapped around her waist and smiled, "Don't mess around first. I want to see if the crab has been steamed. Go out and call your son back. After washing your hands, you can eat."

Ye Junhao reluctantly let go of his hand.

"Yes, my wife."

Chuchen laughed.

"Help me take the flowers out and find two vases to put them in."

Ye Junhao nodded and carried the two flowers out.

A few minutes later, Chuchen took out the cooked dishes one by one and placed them on the table. She then took off her apron.

"Mom."

Ye Mu jogged in.

Behind him was the nanny.

The nanny's expression was subtle. She glanced at Chuchen a few times before quietly avoiding her.

Ye Mu held a handful of grass in both hands.

Ye Junhao had just inserted two flowers into the vase. He placed the big flowers in a conspicuous position and the small flowers were casually placed.

Seeing his son come in with two stalks of grass, Ye Junhao had a bad feeling.

"Mom."

Ye Mu grabbed the two stalks of grass and ran to Chuchen.

Chuchen looked at her son with amusement and asked him, "Mu, why did you catch two stalks of grass?"

The little guy handed the two stalks of grass to Chuchen like a treasure and said with a childish voice, "It's for mother."

"For mother?"

Chuchen took the two stalks of grass. They were the weeds in the garden outside. There was nothing special about them. Why did her son give her two stalks of grass?

"Mu, why did you give mother two stalks of grass?"

"Father said so."

Chuchen looked at the man with a guilty look and asked him with a smile that was not a smile, "What did you say to your son? He ran out and pulled two stalks of grass to give to me."1

Ye Junhao said embarrassingly, "I didn't say anything. I just told him that Mother likes him very much. Don't talk about giving flowers, give a stalk of grass to Mom. Mom would be very happy, but this kid actually remembered it. I really did give you grass. "

Mu Chuchen did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Mom, are you unhappy?"

The little bean looked up and asked.

Chuchen touched her son's head and smiled. "I am happy. Mom is very happy. As long as it is given to me by Mu, even if it is two stalks of grass, Mom will happily accept it."

The little bean immediately beamed with joy and opened its arms to let Daddy hug it.

Picking up the little guy who treated his words as an imperial edict, Ye Junhao lightly patted his son's little butt, "Dad is making an example. You really took it seriously. I really gave you mother grass."

"It's a gift from my son. It's grass. I'm also happy to accept it. Quickly take your son to wash his hands. You can eat now."

"Wife, if I give you two pieces of grass, would you be happy to accept it?"

Mu Chuchen pointed at the rubbish bin without giving him any face.

A certain handsome young man's face instantly collapsed.

He felt sour again!

She was happy to accept the grass that her son had given her. If she let him throw the grass into the trash can, she might even blame him for filling the trash can.

"Ding! Ding!"

The doorbell rang.

Ms. Zhang quickly went out to take a look. A few minutes later, she came in.

"Madam, Miss Jun Yan is here."

Mu Chuchen was quite surprised that her sister-in-law actually came. What a rare guest.

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