"Let mom see where the pain is?" Cheng Huan didn't feel any abnormality when he turned his head. He changed his position and looked at Xing Xing's fingers. It was white and quiet, and he didn't see anything abnormal.
Xingxing didn't care about his fingers any more. He looked at her with wide eyes, looked at her for a while, then moved to Jiang Mingyuan, and then looked at her again.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Huan couldn't understand the expression on his face.
The child hesitated for a while, then suddenly tiptoed to his ear, and asked in a not-so-quiet voice, "Mom, were you and Dad kissing just now?"
In modern society, there are many channels for obtaining information. Even children under the age of five know that adults will kiss when they express affection.
Cheng Huan was stunned by his words.
The corresponding scenes are automatically intercepted and played back in my mind, and the touches that were originally ignored are added a touch of charming color in the playback over and over again.
Heat quietly filled the upper ears, the tip of the tongue was pressed against the roof of the mouth, and Cheng Huan even subconsciously relaxed his breathing. The kitchen seemed extremely quiet, only Xing Xing asked curiously if it was the voice of a kiss.
Cheng Huan clenched her teeth tightly, not knowing how to answer, she was too embarrassed, and wanted to know the reaction of the other party, so she used her hand to show Xing Xing as a cover, changed her position slightly, and raised her eyes to glance lightly.
I saw a man who seemed calm, but with scattered eyes and reddish ears.
After confirming that the other person was not much calmer than him, Cheng Huan regained her balance in the weirdness in her heart. She coughed lightly, turned her eyes away from her gossiping son, and changed the subject: "Does your hand still hurt?"
When she said that, Xing Xing's attention was diverted, she changed her expression and continued to cry, "It hurts."
"It should be peeled garlic, just soak it in hot milk." Cheng Huan was a little proud of successfully diverting her son's attention. She pinched the child's chubby face and got up to get the milk.
After dealing with her son, Cheng Huan couldn't face the father for the time being. She lowered her eyes and stared at the toes of her shoes as she walked outside. She had already walked far enough, but when she passed by Jiang Mingyuan, she was still grabbed by the man.
"I'll go." He seemed to have returned to normal, and after saying a word, he strode out, opened the refrigerator and took out a can of milk.
The boxed milk was poured into the milk pot and heated. The man kept his eyes straight, his back was straight, and his generous back seemed a little silent, but his presence was strong enough to be ignored.
His behavior made Cheng Huan calm down. Although he was still a little embarrassed, he was able to control his emotions well and continue cooking.
Peel and slice ginger, cut green onion into sections, wash the freshly peeled garlic, add dried chili, millet pepper, etc. and put them together.
Put the oil in the pot and heat it up, pour in the seasoning and chopped sauerkraut and stir-fry until fragrant, add the broth, cover and heat.
The milk heats up quickly, and it will be ready when Cheng Huan pours the oil. Jiang Mingyuan pours it into a large bowl and asks Xing Xing to soak it in.
Xing Xing drinks cow's brain every day, and this is the first time he soaks his hands in milk. He is restless when soaking, and his fingers move around like paddling water.
"Dad." He asked amidst the sound of the range hood working, "Does the milk become white after soaking it?"
Jiang Mingyuan was silent for a while: "... this father doesn't know."
"Why doesn't Dad know?" Xing Xing seemed hard to understand. In his eyes, Dad is omnipotent. How could he not know about such a small problem
His gaze was too strong, as if he wanted to see through the skin whether his father was possessed by some stranger. Jiang Mingyuan was stared at him speechlessly, pressed his other hand on the top of his head, and rubbed it twice : "Because dad doesn't need whitening."
"But the female students in our class said that only boys like it if they are white." Xing Xing resisted the pressure from his father and raised his head firmly: "Dad, am I white?"
Jiang Mingyuan: "..."
"Father, you are also in vain, so mother will like you."
Jiang Mingyuan: "... Where did you learn this nonsense?"
"It's not unreasonable!" Xingxing resolutely defended his theory. When he heard his father's questioning, he snorted and ran to Cheng Huan's side with his short legs. He grabbed the corner of her clothes with his milk-stained hands and pulled She tried to prove it to herself: "Mom, is it because Dad is in vain that you like him?"
Cheng Huan was originally in front of a happy melon-eating crowd, but he never expected that the flames of war would be on him.
She paused in the stir fry, glanced down at her son, tensed her back, and decided to pretend she didn't hear.
However, this trick was obviously useless to Xing Xing. He didn't hear the answer, so he asked again and tugged at her clothes to attract attention.
Cheng Huan poured the broth prepared on the side into the pot, added fish skulls, turned up the heat and covered it, lowered his head to meet his son's eyes, and said something irrelevant: "Go wash your hands."
"Oh." Xingxing opened his fingers, only to find that his hands were sticky. He sneaked a look at the stains on the corners of his mother's clothes, stuck out his little tongue, and moved the stool to wash his hands obediently.
After washing his hands, the little guy shook his hands, wiped them clean on his pants, and continued with the previous question: "Mom, do you like Daddy for nothing?"
Why hasn't he forgotten the question? ! !
Cheng Huan's heart was broken, and he didn't know what to say about this fucking little guy.
The child was still asking persistently, and the person who asked the question couldn't keep silent. Cheng Huan stared at the lid of the pot, faintly feeling that the gaze behind him was a little hot.
Facing the child's question, she gave a vague "um", and the next second, a deep and pleasant chuckle sounded behind her. After hearing the satisfactory answer, Jiang Mingyuan finally came to rescue the poor cook.
He walked over, washed the dishes and put them aside, took out a piece of paper to wipe off the water on the back of Xing Xing's hands, touched his little face and said, "Okay, let's not disturb Mommy's cooking."
After speaking, he reached out and hugged the little guy.
Xing Xing was hugged by his father and didn't resist at all. He put his arms around his father's neck, with a smile on his face, and his voice was full of joy: "Dad, mom said she likes you."
"Um."
"I like you too."
"Um."
"Then dad, do you like me and mom?"
The two walked out of the kitchen and went to the living room. Amidst the sound of the range hood working, Cheng Huan heard that "um" that didn't know if it was real.
The broth was boiled on high heat for ten minutes, and the soup in the pot had turned white. Cheng Huan took out the fish bones, poured in the fish fillets, and simmered for two minutes on low heat. The dish was ready.
A piece of fish is a lot, and there are only three people in the family, and one dish is enough. Holding the pot, Cheng Huan poured a pot of sauerkraut fish into the soup bowl. When he saw the pattern on the mouth of the bowl, he remembered that this bowl had just been washed by Xing Xing. When talking about washing hands, he remembered the question Xing Xing asked. Is the sound of arrival an affirmative answer
Thinking of this, her face began to heat up belatedly. Cheng Huan pressed the back of his hand to his face, and bit his lower lip to wash the pot. Jiang Mingyuan and Xing Xing were both in the living room, and no one noticed her girlish Huaichun appearance.
Cheng Huan didn't turn on hot water when washing the pot, the cold water flow was enough to calm people down, she dried the pot and hung it up, and called the other two to come over for dinner.
The two people in the living room heard the sound and put down their toys, and Jiang Mingyuan took Xingxing to wash his hands. After washing his hands, Jiang Mingyuan consciously took the dishes and chopsticks of the three of them and divided them up. The division of labor and cooperation were perfect.
The sauerkraut fish is piled up in the soup bowl. The sauerkraut has been carefully rinsed. It will not be too sour and fresh enough to eat. The fish fillets are extremely thin and melt in the mouth. The two diners, one big and one small, didn't say much nonsense, and only expressed their liking by the speed of picking up the dishes.
There is a bit too much chili in the fish. I didn't feel it when I first ate it, but I felt spicy when I ate more.
Cheng Huan himself was fine, but the father and son couldn't stand the hotness after a while, Xing Xing was more obvious, screaming for water while "hissing" inhaling; and Jiang Mingyuan, he never had much expression on his face, even if He couldn't bear the heat, and he still looked serious, but his face was a little red and his eyes were more moist.
The moisture in his eyes and the blush on his face made him "soften" down, leaving aside his aura, he looked very consistent with the image of a handsome man described in the history books.
Cheng Huan is a very loyal face controler, it's okay if he didn't notice it before, but when he noticed, she couldn't move her eyes away from his face, fearing that people would find out, she didn't look at it for long, so she looked away after just a glance, When you've had enough recollection, take another look.
She did it quite covertly, but unfortunately there were only three people at the table, so it was too difficult for people not to notice, after only three or four glances, she was caught.
Jiang Mingyuan doesn't like spicy food very much. Last time he came to eat hot pot, he could choose mandarin duck pot. Now he can't choose pickled cabbage fish. His spicy mouth is burning, but he wants to eat it again. The more he eats the spicy food, The redder his face became, the more frequently Cheng Huan looked at it.
"What are you looking at me for?" Sensing the gaze from the side, he raised his head and asked.
After being caught peeping, Cheng Huan's gaze was a little erratic. She was dumbfounded for a moment, poking at the rice in the bowl with her chopsticks. After a while, she found that Jiang Mingyuan was still looking at her, so she was heartbroken and boldly teased: "Look! You look good."
Generally speaking, they are cowardly and afraid of being cruel, and those who care about face can't afford to offend the shameless. After she finished speaking, the embarrassed one became Jiang Mingyuan, and he lowered his eyes in a panic, as if the white rice was something heavenly and beautiful.
Cheng Huan consciously won the next victory, and felt a little frightened, but it didn't take long for her to be happy before the counterattack from the opposite person arrived.
Jiang Mingyuan held a grain of rice, stared at the end of the chopsticks, calmly thanked her for her compliment, and added: "You look good too."