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Without looking at him, Ji An'an pulled out the chair in front of her and sat down.

Teng Yiyang glanced at her, then took the bowl and scooped up the congee for her.

Ji An'an's expression was somewhat unsightly and she didn't have much appetite. She thanked him and started stirring the porridge with a spoon.

Teng Yiyang then brought out the dishes for his son and handed him the spoon.

No one had to take care of Shuibao when he was eating, but he could not peel off the shell of the crayfish. As he ate, he stared at the crayfish that made people drool in anxiety.

When Teng Yiyang came out of the kitchen, he saw the big one's tired face and the small one kept glancing at the crayfish.

He sat down beside Ji An'an and lifted her head to meet his gaze.

"The congee isn't tasty?"

Ji An'an came back to her senses but was still unspirited. She shook her head. "No, I'm not very hungry."

To be fair, the porridge this time was much better than the one at noon.

The porridge had already cooled down a bit. He realized that she had not eaten much, so he simply took the spoon from her hand and placed the rice porridge in front of him.

Ji An'an said unhappily, "If you want to eat and eat, I still have a cold. It's contagious."

Teng Yiyang pulled the plate of lobsters over and pushed it in front of her, "Peel our son's shell."

"Huh?" Ji An'an didn't know what he was doing.

Teng Yiyang held her wrist, with one hand he helped her put on a glove, then took out an empty bowl and placed it in front of her, "Peel it and leave it here."

With that, he picked up her bowl of porridge again, scooped a spoonful of it and placed it next to her mouth. Seeing that she did not open her mouth, he continued, "You peel the shell off our son. I'll feed you."

Isn't this superfluous? She could eat by herself and he would peel the shell off his son?

She was about to speak when the porridge entered her mouth.

Her cheeks were swollen from the stuffing. She could not speak, so she could only glare at him.

Looking at her, Teng Yiyang was like a marmot. She was cute and cute, making people want to rub their heads. He restrained his impulse and raised his chin at her, "Don't just stand there. Give our son some shrimp. He's done eating soon."

Shuibao, who had been watching the two get called out, immediately buried his head into the meal to show that he didn't see anything, but he still sneakily glanced up.

Ji An'an, who was wearing disposable gloves, took a lobster and began shelling it. She consoled herself, it was all for her son to eat anyway.

She kept her head down as he fed her with a spoon. He reminded her of children playing with toys while their parents sat by the side to feed them. She felt no different from a child and felt somewhat aggrieved.

And when he said our son just now, it was as if he was telling her about it on purpose, making him even more aggrieved.

"Daddy, Mommy, I'm done eating." Shuibao lit up the small clean bowl and said with a smile.

After the porridge was finished, Ji An'an took off her gloves and helped him wipe his mouth with a tissue. "The prawns have been peeled, hurry and eat."

"Thank you, Mommy!" Shuibao paused, raised his head and smiled sweetly at the person at the other end of the table, "Thank you, Daddy."

Teng Yiyang's eyes were filled with laughter.

By addressing Daddy one by one, Shuibao had made Ji An'an think that the two of them had not actually been separated for so many years. Instead, they had been together every day, and their relationship was so good that it made people jealous.

Teng Yiyang saw that she was looking at Shuibao and thought that he wanted to eat lobster too. He said seriously, "You still have a cold, so you can only eat light ones. You can't even touch the fried and roasted ones."

Ji An'an looked at him with a slight frown. She didn't quite understand what he was saying.

Teng Yiyang thought that she was unhappy and said, "Endure it for now. I'll buy it for you when you recover."

Ji An'an understood and could not help but roll her eyes at him as she continued taking care of her son for a meal.

Teng Yiyang suddenly felt that the sick her seemed to be even colder.

It was still better last night.

His mind switched to the scene from last night. He felt his entire body heat up, and he immediately looked away.

With her back facing him, Ji An'an naturally couldn't see his reaction.

When her son was done eating, Ji An'an couldn't help but say, "If you don't eat any more, the food will get cold."

His eyes lit up as he looked at her unblinkingly.

Ji An'an looked away. Wasn't this a normal question? Why did he have such a huge reaction?

At this moment, Teng Yiyang was thinking that his wife was still concerned about him, so she was happy!

So he ate with his son's leftover food.

Ji An'an took her son to wash his hands. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw him eating leisurely. Even if he peeled the shell, it gave off an elegant feeling.

Although he was arrogant and unruly, he had the temperament of a hundred year old family. When he laughed, he was like the wind, no one could catch him. However, once he quieted down, he could still act elegantly.

As long as he was willing.

Some people were born blessed by the heavens. Their family background and appearance were all good.

She sat in the hall and waited for him to finish eating.

Teng Yiyang immediately stopped her and said unhappily, "You're still sick right now, so you don't need to do these things."

"We can't just let them pile up here, can we?" She had already noticed that the sink in the kitchen was filled with bowls and chopsticks.

Teng Yiyang said in a tough tone, "Don't worry about it, I will settle it."

As she spoke, he pulled her out of the kitchen and put a cup of water and a medicine bag into her hands, "Take your medicine first. If your illness is serious again, I'll have to take care of you again."

It was obvious that Young Master Teng was in a bad mood due to his abilities being questioned.

As a result, Ji An'an didn't look at him again. After taking the medicine, she put the cup back on the table and sat on the sofa, continuing to watch the TV.

Teng Yiyang regretted it, but he couldn't take back the words he said.

In the end, the only thing he could do was to clean up the table in frustration and then clean up the kitchen.

As she fiddled with them, she thought about what she was doing. The result of her absent-mindedness was that several more bowls had been scrapped.

He tidied up the kitchen first, then fed the waiter and played with his son for a while. When the time was up, he would carry him to the shower and after coaxing him to sleep, he would quietly leave the room.

When he turned around, he saw Ji An'an walking out of his room in her pajamas.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go to my room." She pointed to the room beside him.

He frowned slightly. "Didn't I tell you to sleep in my room?"2

His bed was large, and he slept more comfortably.

"No need, these past two days have been too troublesome. I can't take your room anymore."

Her tone was apologetic and distant.

This was not the result he wanted.

With that, Ji An'an turned and prepared to enter.

As soon as her hand touched the doorknob, she grabbed it and was forced to turn 180 degrees.

Teng Yiyang supported her and stepped closer to her.

Her voice was low. "Are you angry with me?"

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