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Teng Yiyang was lying on the bed and had yet to recover from the spittle and trauma from the waiter's licking up his face.

Shuibao climbed onto his bed and laid his head on his arm. He looked at Ye Zichen with a puzzled expression, "Uncle, are you still awake?"

Teng Yiyang sighed in his heart. He didn't sleep at all and had been sulking all afternoon. However, the key thing was that the person who pissed him off did not know.

"I'm almost asleep." He didn't mean what he said.

"Won't Uncle go downstairs?" Shuibao continued to ask.

"Oh, wait a moment." He still hadn't thought of how to face Ji An'an.

"Uncle, did you and Mommy have a fight?" Shuibao asked relentlessly.

Teng Yiyang looked at his son when he heard this. He didn't seem to have exchanged words with Ji An'an since they came back, so where did his son get such a conclusion from?

He raised his hand to rub his son's head. "There's no quarrel. Don't think too much."

Shuibao puffed up his cheeks, "But Uncle's expression was very scary just now. I thought Uncle was angry."

Teng Yiyang was speechless. How was he going to explain this to his son?

However —

"Was I really that scary just now?"

Shuibao nodded.

Teng Yiyang pursed his lips. Then why did he appear so obvious, why didn't she come and find him!

She wasn't like this before.

In the past, whenever he had shown any signs of discomfort, she would have given up on whatever it was she was doing to pay attention to him.

Previous...

Right, that was all in the past.

She was no longer the Ji An'an who only cared about him.

Shuibao had been lying on the ground looking at Daddy. He quickly asked when he saw Daddy seemed to be depressed.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Are you not feeling well? Shall I call Mommy up? "

Teng Yiyang waved his hand, "It's alright, Uncle slept too much."

It was much angrier.

If that little ingrate knew about this, he would have taken her by surprise.

"Didn't scare you just now, right? "Don't be afraid, uncle won't be angry at you. Uncle won't be willing to part with you for being so obedient."

This was the son he had lost and regained. He didn't even have enough time to love him.

Shuibao nodded heavily and smiled very sweetly.

The next moment, one big and one small, plus the one on the ground, all three of them were speechless.

In the end, it was Teng Yiyang who couldn't hold it in anymore, "What is your mom doing now?"

"I'm cooking," When it came to food, Shuibao's mood soared, "Mommy told me to order just now, and I ordered the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs. Uncle, do you know how delicious the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs is? I like eating this the most! "

Teng Yiyang looked at the bright and cute smiling face, as if he was looking at the person who was laughing and shouting in front of him in the past.

"Yiyang, hurry up, Nanny Lee said that there will be Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs tonight, I've been thinking about it for the whole day!"

"Your mommy likes it too." He smiled.

Shuibao also laughed, "Yeah, second uncle said that my food is very similar to Mommy's. He's a glutton!"

He raised his hand to pinch his son's nose and joked, "Yes, she's a big foodie, you're a small foodie!"

Shuibao chuckled and backed off, then pointed at his nose and said, "Then uncle is a big foodie!"

He was stunned. "Big foodie!" He liked this title. With a single glance, he could tell that it was from his family.

The two of them rolled on the bed and laughed for a while, both of them panting.

"Uncle, Mommy's almost done cooking. Let's go down!" Shuibao rolled over and sat on the head of the bed. There were a few hairs on the top of his head. No matter how you looked at it, it looked really cute.

Teng Yiyang originally wanted to stay upstairs for a while longer, but since his son had invited him, he could not help but go downstairs.

"Alright."

The moment he got off the bed, Shuibao pulled him by the hand and ran downstairs as he shouted happily, "Go eat dinner!"

Teng Yiyang was about to face Ji An'an with a straight face, but was infected by his cheers and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

It was at this time that Ji An'an walked out of the kitchen with a bowl and chopstick in her hand. She turned her head when she heard the sound and saw that the young and the old man had come downstairs with identical fur on their heads.

She couldn't help smiling. The moment she curled her lips, she met Teng Yiyang's unhappy gaze. She lowered her eyes and put away the smile, walking back to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

Teng Yiyang didn't even have time to scold her before she walked away as if she did not see him.

He felt the gloom in his chest grow even thicker.

Shuibao, unaware of the undercurrent between Daddy's mommy, washed his hands and then pulled Daddy to the kitchen table, where he slouched in his chair, ready to eat.

"Uncle, sit."

Teng Yiyang also followed his son and sat down, looking straight at the clock on the dining table, to show his disregard for the little cat in the kitchen.

When Ji An'an came out with the dishes, she saw a certain someone leaning against the chair with his arms crossed, looking just like an old man waiting to be served. The corner of her mouth twitched, she walked to the table and put down the dishes.

When all the dishes were served, she sat down and faced Teng Yiyang.

In fact, she didn't want to be the exact opposite of him. She was afraid that she would lose her appetite.

However, Shuibao was sitting on the main seat. Since Teng Yiyang was sitting on his left hand side, she could only sit on his right hand side. Thus, this situation was created.

"Shuibao, give me the bowl, I'll bring you a bowl of rice."

This person had been sitting here for so long, yet he still didn't know how to serve food to Shuibao. Ji An'an glared at him. She got up and put the electric cooker on the table.

Teng Yiyang couldn't help but to lower his head and rub his nose after receiving a supercilious look. He didn't know how he had offended her.

When he lowered his head, he could clearly see that the dishes on the table, other than the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, were all his favorite dishes.

He stared at the four or five dishes on the table as emotions flashed through his eyes.

Shock, joy, nostalgia …2

Over the years, he had eaten the same dishes many times, but he had never been able to taste what she cooked.

It was not that she was better at cooking than the chefs, but that she was better at cooking.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a green bamboo shoot and put it into his mouth. When the meat scattered between his teeth, he lowered his eyes with a faint emotion in his eyes, accompanied by a hint of sweetness and a slight spiciness.

That's the smell.

He had waited four years.

He couldn't wait to taste a few other dishes. They were simply too delicious to cry over.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw two vases on the living room table and on the TV cabinet. One of them had his son's carnations, while the other had his jasmine flowers.

The corners of his lips could not help but rise. He felt as if the haze in his heart had welcomed the sun, and his heart became bright.

So it turned out that she still cared about him.

From the table where he liked to eat to the flowers that had been planted.

He could no longer suppress a chuckle.

When Ji An'an returned after carrying their food, she saw the gloomy-looking young man laughing like a retard.

She didn't know what to say.

As soon as she put down the bowl, a bowl suddenly appeared in front of her.

She looked up and saw the retard smiling, "Me too, a bowl of rice."

Ji An'an said coldly, "Serve on your own!"

He really thought of himself as a lord!

She wasn't the landlords' servant girl!

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