The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun: 66.066

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Cheng Huan was a little tired, and for a moment he wondered if he was stupid, and would discuss this issue with this kid.

She and Xingxing looked at each other for a while, curled her lips and opened her eyes, and simply shook the pot: "Then I have to ask Dad."

So Jiang Mingyuan received a call from his son within a few minutes after receiving Cheng Huan's call.

He had just eaten, and when he received the call, he was a little weird. He thought something was wrong, but as soon as he connected, he received a complaint from his son: "Dad, do you dislike me!"

"Why?" Jiang Mingyuan was astonished, thinking who was instigating his son. The first thing he thought of was his mother, and his expression became gloomy: "Who told you this?"

"No one said, I just know!" Xingxing put his hand on his waist, thinking more and more angry: "You send flowers to my mother, but not to me, it must be because you don't like me!"

Following Cheng Huan, Jiang Mingyuan has nothing to say to his son.

He apologized to his mother and felt that he shouldn't doubt her so much. He took two deep breaths and paused before asking helplessly: "Do the stars want flowers too?"

"Yes!" He said affirmatively.

"Okay, wait, baby, maybe an uncle will send the flowers in about half an hour, OK?"

"Okay!" After a satisfactory result, the child was not angry anymore. He put down his waist and sat back on the sofa, shaking his little feet and confessing to his father: "Dad, I like you too."

"Dad also likes stars."

Then he said pitifully: "But I don't have money to buy flowers."

"It's okay..." Jiang Mingyuan sighed: "Dad doesn't like flowers, so I don't need to send stars."

Xingxing was even happier when he heard that he saved his piggy bank. The meat on his cheeks was squeezed into two balls, and he happily said goodbye to his father. Go to play with toys."

"The father is dead, goodbye baby."

"Goodbye Dad!"

Ending the call, the star puts down his hands and proudly shows off to his mother: "Daddy will send flowers soon!"

"Yeah." Cheng Huan didn't want to say anything anymore after hearing the whole process. She ignored her son's troubles, turned around and opened the refrigerator to take out the pineapple from it, ready to cook.

Jiang Mingyuan said it would be there in half an hour, but in fact it would be there in less than half an hour.

It was Qi Shan who came to send the flowers, because the speed of the flower shop was too slow, and the boss had a customer to meet, so he had to do it for him.

He held a bouquet of flowers, rang the doorbell, a clear homophony came from inside, and then the anti-theft door opened in front of his eyes.

The one who came to open the door was a small beanie who was not too tall. He raised his head and fixed his eyes on the flower he was holding. He reached out to pick him up: "Uncle, this is for me from my father."

"Yes, it's for you." Qi Shan delivered the flowers to him and asked about the sweet smell of food. He raised his head and nodded to Cheng Huan, who came out of the kitchen, and said to her: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"It's okay." Cheng Huan walked over, a little apologetic: "The kid is playful, please have a trip to trouble you."

"It's okay, it's okay, it just happens that I'm fine at noon, so I'll be an errand runner." Qi Shan waved his hand and said particularly against his will.

Joke, it’s likely that the proprietress and young master will live here in the future. No matter how busy he is, he has to say it’s okay. What if he seems unhappy and offends someone by accident?

Qi Shan didn't stay long after he finished speaking, and left when he said he had something to do.

He walked into the elevator, Cheng Huancai closed the door and looked at the bunch of flowers in Xingxing's hand.

This flower is also a big bouquet. The pink starry flowers are mixed with some gypsophila, which looks pretty good.

Xingxing held the bouquet that was much wider than him, a little strange: "Why are my flowers different from my mother's flowers?"

"The star is called Fanxinghua. Isn't it beautiful?" Cheng Huan ignored his entanglement and introduced him the name of the flower.

Hearing that the flower inside is the same as his own name, the stars fell in love with him. He placed the flower on the ground, lit the petals of the starry flower with his little hand, shook his head, and continued to sigh: "This flower is beautiful! Mom's flowers are even more beautiful!"

"Oh." Cheng Huan looked indifferently, looked at the son on the ground and said: "The pineapple rice at noon is no longer for you."

"Don't, mother!"

Hearing that there is nothing to eat, Xingxing couldn’t even count his little flowers. He jumped up and rushed over to hold Cheng Huan’s thigh|leg: "Mom, I want to eat!"

Cheng Huan snorted and ignored him, dragging a little tail to the kitchen.

Xingxing is really afraid that he will not be able to eat, so he becomes extremely attentive for a while, and he doesn't know how many good things he says, so he can do whatever he wants.

After this hard work, he almost cried with excitement when he saw the half-emptied pineapple meal served in front of his eyes.

The kid took a spoon and picked a piece of pineapple into his mouth. After chewing, he sighed to her: "Mom, it's so hard to eat."

"..."

Jiang Mingyuan talked about sitting down, every morning after that, Cheng Huan could receive a bunch of fresh roses.

She was still shy when she received the flowers in person the next day, and when she received more, she could deal with it calmly.

Too many flowers were sent, and the bottles at home were full. Cheng Huan didn't want to waste it, so he planned to use these roses to make some rosette sauce.

Cut the flowers from the branches, remove the receptacles, rinse them with dry water, add sugar to knead the juice, and then press the bottle tightly, and seal the top with honey.

The prepared flower sauce needs to be stored in the refrigerator for a month before being eaten. Cheng Huan used the roses sent these days to make a bottle of flower sauce. After it was set, it was the weekend.

For those whose children are already on vacation, and the shops don’t have to go every day, there is not much difference between weekends and working days. However, thinking that Jiang Mingyuan will come to help them move today, Cheng Huan still wakes up a bit earlier.

The moving matter has been discussed in the past few days. Cheng Huan still lives downstairs, while Xingxing has rooms upstairs and downstairs. The little guy was not satisfied with the result and made a lot of trouble. Later, Jiang Ming was far from Knowing what was whispering to him, the little guy reluctantly accepted this fact.

On the night of the winter day, the sun just came out of the mountain when Cheng Huan got up. After she finished washing, the sun seemed to warm up.

She washes rice and cooks porridge, puts some white fungus and lily in the porridge, sets the time, and then makes spring rolls.

The seasonings in the spring rolls need to be fried first. Cheng Huan puts the fillings into the pot in batches, and when they are cooked and served, they heard the doorbell ring.

"So early?" She was a little strange. Usually the flower shop would not send flowers until around 8|9, and the end was an hour or two earlier.

She put down the spatula, washed her hands, didn't even take off her apron, and went to open the door like this.

The door opened, and a bouquet of roses came oncoming. Cheng Huan reached out and took it. Instead of receiving the receipts for signatures in the past, he heard a nice bass: "Morning."

An exclamation of "Why are you?" was suppressed|In her throat, Cheng Huan was stunned on the spot, with crimson visible on her face, he covered half of his face with a bouquet, and said, "Why is it so early?" Here it is?"

"Wake up earlier." Jiang Mingyuan glanced at her calmly and found the other person's embarrassment. He coughed, raised the corner of his mouth, and actively changed the subject: "Are you making breakfast?"

"Yes." Speaking of her professional field, Cheng Huan seemed to relax a lot. She sniffed the bouquet of roses secretly. She felt that today's flowers are very beautiful and the fragrance is better, so she sips it. He pursed his lips, put the flower on the coffee table, turned around and pretended to say relaxedly: "Did you not eat in the morning? Why don't you eat it here."

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan would naturally not refuse. He nodded and pointed to the bedroom: "There are no stars."

She thought that the man wanted to see his son, and said casually: "No, you can call him up."

"No, wait for him to wake up." Jiang Mingyuan refused, and walked into the kitchen with Cheng Huan, watching her pick the fillings on a thin crust, and asked what she was doing.

"To make spring rolls, the fillings are already cooked, just wrap them and fry them."

The job didn't seem to be too difficult. Jiang Mingyuan saw that she had finished one roll, so he asked for help.

Cheng Huan thought about it and agreed, so the man washed his hands, raised his cuffs, and started to help make breakfast.

The spring roll stuffing is placed in a plate, and the two people stand on both sides of the station, very close to each other.

Jiang Mingyuan's cuffs are pushed up, revealing his smooth forearms. His arms are very white, with slightly raised veins and full of hormones.