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Watching him leave in a fit of anger, Ji An'an mumbled to herself, "What a temper."

It wasn't like she was wrong. She was like a cannon fodder, exploding at the slightest movement.

She didn't want to bother with him either, so she opened the suitcase and simply packed it.

By the time he left the room, it was already close to evening.

She was about to go downstairs when she heard a sound coming from the hall.

"Beautiful uncle, look at my building, does it look good?"

"Great, I'll give you a small parasol so that you can bask in the sunlight on the roof."

"…"

Ji An'an facepalmed. Why did this conversation sound so childish?

However, he had to admit that Shuibao was having a good time.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, father and son simultaneously turned to look at her.

The two pairs of eyes shone with the same light. Ji An'an paused her steps and smirked. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Mommy, my beautiful uncle said that he bought a lot of dishes at home, so he won't go out for dinner tonight."

After Shuibao said this, he continued to think about how to expand his territory. He didn't notice that Mommy was stunned by his words.

Ji An'an put her hands on her shoulders and looked down at Teng Yiyang, who was also sitting on the ground.

Although the little episode from before had happened, due to Teng Yiyang being able to accompany his son at such a close distance, the anger in his heart had long since been thrown out of the window.

He coughed a few times and said, "I drove all night yesterday, and I didn't sleep for long today to pick you up. I really don't have the energy to drive you out to eat, so I'll have to trouble you to cook."

This reason was truly irrefutable.

When Shuibao heard this, he immediately put down his building block, jumped in front of Daddy, and asked with a worried expression, "Then, should beautiful uncle go to sleep? We'll call you when it's time for dinner? "

His son's words were full of concern, his elegant brows were slightly knitted, and he was full of worry. This made Teng Yiyang quite worried.

He reached out his hand to try to pull his son into his embrace, but the fear frightened him. In the end, he put it on to gently stroke his head and said, "It's okay, uncle isn't tired yet. If he's asleep, he won't be able to sleep at night."

Shuibao nodded, but he was still worried, "I built it myself. Uncle, you don't have to do it. You just watch from the side. That way, you won't be more tired."

Teng Yiyang smiled and nodded.

Ji An'an, who had been completely ignored by the two of them, sighed and resigned herself to cooking.

When she opened the refrigerator and saw that the inside was filled with fresh ingredients, the corner of her mouth twitched. She raised her head and met Teng Yiyang's peeping gaze. The moment he met her gaze, he immediately flashed away, obviously feeling guilty.

It seemed like he had made preparations beforehand. The reason why he was tired and didn't go out to eat was just an excuse.

Forget it, just treat it as cooking for himself and his son.

It was only four-thirty and there was plenty of time. Ji An'an planned to make a potato stew, salted chicken and willow, a corn soup, a cold dish, and some green vegetables.

Once she made up her mind, Ji An'an started to make her move.

Teng Yiyang was stunned when he heard the sound of cutting vegetables.

The same scene, the same time, he recalled the past.

She cooked the same way, but it was a pity that he had been nose to nose with her at that time, and had never given her any face at all. Sometimes, he would even pick a fight on purpose and despise her cutting vegetables that were too loud, affecting his television watching.

When he was alone, and the silence was so quiet that even the sound of falling needles could be heard, the loneliness gnawed at his heart like an ant. He finally realized how extravagant it was to have someone to accompany him.

Shuibao realized that Daddy had been looking in the direction of the kitchen. He thought Daddy was worried about dinner and confidently said, "Beautiful uncle, my mommy's cooking is very delicious. You must know that before, I guarantee you an extra bowl of rice."

Teng Yiyang came back to his senses. Hearing his son's words, he nodded with a smile, "Yes, it's delicious. I'm so lucky in the future."

He had known long ago how delicious she was when she cooked.

It was a pity that at that time, he only cared about the cold war and did not return to eat often.

So much so that during those four years, he could never forget it.

He raked his hair and said to his son, "I'm going to get a glass of water. What would you like to drink?"

Shuibao replied, "Do you have any juice? If not, I'll have a glass of plain water. "

"You can drink anything you want." Teng Yiyang pampered her before walking into the kitchen.

When he saw the figure with its back facing him, he purposely slowed his steps.

Perhaps because it was convenient for her to travel, she wore a short white blouse with bubble sleeves. She could feel her waist was slender, and below it was a pair of khaki pants that matched her long legs.

Occasionally, she would flip the spatula over and over, pulling her clothes up to reveal the soft white skin at her waist.

His throat tightened and he quickly looked away.

Normally, even if other women were to strip naked in front of him, he would still be able to maintain a tranquil state of mind. He didn't expect that just looking at her for a moment would cause him to lose his manners.

When Ji An'an turned to take the plate, she noticed someone standing behind her and frowned. She didn't know what this person was up to.

After being discovered, Teng Yiyang walked in generously.

"Shuibao wants some orange juice, I'll pour him a glass." He explained what he had done.

Seeing that he was about to get a drink from the fridge, Ji An'an stopped him with a loud voice, "Don't give Shuibao too many drinks, it's bad for his growth."

Teng Yiyang stopped his grip on the handle. He didn't know whether to open it or not, so he asked, "Then what did he drink before?"

"We usually give him fresh fruit juice." Ji An'an replied as she closed the pot.

When he heard this, he felt a headache coming on. "I forgot to buy some fruits. Should I go out and buy them now?"

After saying that, he turned to leave, but a dish suddenly appeared in his hand.

He looked at the person in front of him with surprise.

Ji An'an smirked. "Didn't you just say that you can't drive tirelessly? Is it okay now? "

Her eyes were clear and clear. Teng Yiyang felt that he had been seen through by her.

"Alright, I'll take the dishes out first." He hurried out.

When he put the dish on the table, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and had a cup of water in front of him.

His fingers were as white as a scallion as they stuck to the translucent glass. It inexplicably reminded one of the four words, 'peace and quiet over time'.

Ji An'an did not notice his absent-mindedness and said lightly, "Shuibao is not that refined, so you don't need to make some fruit juice. If you're thirsty, you can drink plain water."0

After she said that, she pushed the cup forward and Teng Yiyang subconsciously took it. When he reacted, he had already returned to the kitchen and was preparing the next dish.

He rubbed his nose and returned to the living room.

Originally, he felt a little guilty about not being able to satisfy Shuibao's request, but he didn't expect Shuibao to directly gulp down the cup after accepting it. He also didn't care what kind of water Shuibao brought.

It was just as she said.

For some reason, when he saw his son being so obedient, his heart instead felt sour.

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