The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun: 63.063
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"Let mom see where it hurts?" Cheng Huan didn't feel anything abnormal when she turned her head, changed her posture and looked at the star's fingers. There was nothing unusual on it, Bai Jingjing.
Xingxing didn't care about his fingers anymore. He looked at her with his big eyes open, looked for a while and then moved to Jiang Mingyuan, and then looked at her again.
"What's the matter?" Cheng Huan couldn't understand the expression on his face.
The kid hesitated, and suddenly stood on tiptoe to his ear, and asked in a not so small voice: "Mom, did you and dad just kiss you?"
In modern society, there are many channels for obtaining information. Even children under the age of five know that adults will kiss each other when they express affection.
Cheng Huan was stunned by what he said.
Automatically cut out the corresponding scenes in my mind and play them back. The touches that were originally ignored are added a touch of charming color in the playback over and over again.
The enthusiasm quietly filled the base of the ears, the tip of the tongue was against the upper jaw, and Cheng Huan even subconsciously breathed lightly. The kitchen seemed extremely quiet, and only the stars curiously asked if they were kissing.
Cheng Huan clenched tightly and didn't know how to answer. She was embarrassed, and wanted to know the reaction of the other party. She used her hand to watch the stars as a cover, changed her position a little, and glanced up.
I saw a man who seemed calm but whose eyes were scattered and his ears were reddish.
Confirmed that the other person is not much calmer than him, Cheng Huan felt strangely balanced. She coughed lightly, turned her eyes to her gossiping son, and changed the subject: "Does your hand hurt?"
She said that, Xing Xing really got distracted, changed her expression and continued to cry and said, "It hurts."
"It should be peeled garlic, just wait for the bubble with hot milk." Cheng Huan was a little proud of her son's success. She pinched the child's fat face and got up to get the milk .
After dealing with her son, Cheng Huan was unable to face the child's father for the time being. She lowered her eyes, stared at the toe of her shoes and walked outside. She had already circled far enough, and when she passed by Jiang Mingyuan, she was still pulled by a man. live.
"Let me go." He seemed to have returned to normal. After saying a word, he strode out, opened the refrigerator and took out a can of milk.
The boxed milk is poured into a milk pan and heated. The man does not look squint, his back is straight, and his generous back looks a bit silent, but his sense of existence is strong enough to make people unable to ignore it.
His performance made Cheng Huan calm down. Although it was still a bit embarrassing, he was able to control these emotions and continue cooking.
Peel the **** and slice it, cut the green onion into sections, wash the garlic that has just been peeled, and add dried chilies, millet chilies, etc., and put them together.
Put the oil in the pot to heat, pour the seasoning and the chopped sauerkraut, stir fry to get a fragrance, add the broth, cover and heat.
The milk heats up very quickly. It's ready when Cheng Huan pours the oil. Jiang Mingyuan pours it into a large bowl and lets the stars put his hands in to soak.
Xingxing drinks cow brain every day. This is the first time that he soaks his hands with milk. When he soaks, he is restless, his fingers move around like a water paddling.
"Dad." He asked in the voice of the range hood working: "Does it become white after soaking milk?"
Jiang Mingyuan was silent for a while: "...this dad doesn't know."
"Why didn't Dad know?" The stars seemed difficult to understand. In his eyes, Dad is omnipotent. How could he not know this little problem?
His gaze was too strong, as if he wanted to see through the skin whether his father was possessed by a stranger, Jiang Mingyuan was stared at him speechlessly, and he pressed his other hand on the top of his head and rubbed it hard. Two times: "Because Dad doesn't need to whiten."
"But the female classmates in our class said that boys are free of charge. Someone likes them." Under the pressure from his father, the star raised his head firmly: "Dad, am I white?"
Jiang Mingyuan: "..."
"Dad and you are in vain, so mom will like you."
Jiang Mingyuan: "...Where did you learn this fallacy?"
"It's not a bad reason!" Xingxing firmly defended his theory. Hearing his father questioned, he snorted, ran to Cheng Huan with his short legs, and directly grabbed her clothes with his hands stained with milk. Horn, pulling to prove to himself: "Mom, do you like him for nothing?"
Cheng Huan was originally in front of a happy melon-eating crowd, but never expected that the flames of war would hit him.
She paused for her stir-frying action, glanced down at her son, tightened her back, and decided that she hadn't heard it.
However, this trick is obviously useless to the stars. Without hearing the answer, he asked again and tugged her clothes to attract attention.
Cheng Huan poured the broth prepared on the side into the pot, added fish skulls, turned the heat to high and covered the lid, lowered his head to meet his son's eyes, and said something irrelevant: "Go wash your hands."
"Oh." Xing opened his fingers and found that his hands were sticky. He peeked at the stains on the corners of his mother's clothes, spit out his little tongue, and took the stool to obediently wash his hands.
After washing his hands, the little guy shook his hands, wiped his pants clean, and continued with the previous question: "Mom, do you like Dad for nothing?"
Why hasn't he forgotten this question? ! !
Cheng Huan's heart collapsed, and she didn't know what to say about this silly little guy.
The kid is still asking persistently, and the person asking cannot remain silent. Cheng Huan stares at the lid, faintly feeling that the sight behind him is a little hot.
Faced with the child's question, she made a vague "um" sound, and in the next second, a low and sweet chuckle sounded behind her. Jiang Mingyuan heard a satisfactory answer and finally came to rescue the poor cook.
He walked over, washed the dishes and set aside, took a piece of paper to wipe off the water on the back of the star's hand, touched his little face and said, "Okay, let's not disturb mom cooking."
After speaking, he reached out and picked up the little guy.
Xingxing was held in his arms by his father and did not resist at all. He stretched his arm around his father's neck, his face was grinning, and his voice was full of joy: "Dad, mom said I like you."
"Hmm."
"I like you too."
"Hmm."
"Then father, do you like me and mother?"
The two walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Amid the sound of the cooker hood working, Cheng Huan heard the "Um" that didn't know if it really existed.
The broth has been boiled for ten minutes on a high fire, and the soup in the pot has turned white. Cheng Huan took the fish bones out, poured the fish fillets, and simmered on a low heat for two minutes. This dish was considered good.
One fish has a lot of weight. There are only three people in the family, and one dish is enough. Cheng Huan took the pot and poured a pot of sauerkraut fish into the soup bowl. When he saw the pattern on the mouth of the bowl, he remembered that the bowl had just washed his hands for the star. When it comes to washing his hands, he remembered the question asked by the star, and then he inevitably thought about it. Is that a positive answer after all?
Thinking of this, her face began to heat up with afterthought. Cheng Huan pressed the back of her hand to her face, biting her lower lip to wash the pot. Jiang Mingyuan and Xingxing were in the living room, and no one noticed her as a young girl carrying spring.
Cheng Huan didn't boil hot water when washing the pot, and the cold water was enough to calm people down. She dried the pot and hung it up, calling the other two over to eat.
The two people in the living room heard the sound putting down the toy, and Jiang Mingyuan took the star to wash his hands. After washing his hands, Jiang Mingyuan consciously took the three bowls and chopsticks to separate them, and the division of labor and cooperation was perfect.
The sauerkraut fish piled up in the soup bowl. The sauerkraut was rinsed carefully, and it was not too sour and fresh enough. The fish slices were extremely thin and melted in the mouth. The two diners, one big and one small, didn't say much nonsense, and only expressed their likes with the speed of picking up the dishes.
There is a lot of chili in the fish. I didn't think it when I first ate it. If I eat more, it feels spicy.
Cheng Huan is okay. The father and son couldn’t stand it for a long time. The stars were more obvious. They "hissed" and shouted for water; while Jiang Mingyuan, there was not much on his face. The expression, even if it is too spicy, is a serious look, but the face is a little red and the eyes are more hydrated.
The water vapor in his eyes and the blush on his face made him "soft". After abandoning his aura, he seemed to match the image of a handsome man described in history books.
Cheng Huan is a very faithful face-controller. It’s fine if you haven’t noticed it before. When you notice, you can’t move your eyes away from his face. I’m afraid that people will find out that she doesn’t look long enough, so I just take a glance. Open your eyes, wait for the aftertaste, and then take a look.
She did it quite concealed, but unfortunately there were three people on the table. It was too difficult for someone not to notice. After only three or four glances, she was caught upright.
Jiang Mingyuan is not very good at spicy food. Last time he came to eat hot pot, he could also choose Mandarin duck pot. Now he hasn't let him choose pickled fish. His spicy mouth is hot, but he wants to eat it again. The more, the redder the face, and the more often Cheng Huan looks.
"What do you see me doing?" He raised his head and asked, catching the gaze from the side.
The peeping was caught, Cheng Huan’s vision was a bit erratic, she was dumb for a moment, chopsticks poked the rice in the bowl, after a while, she found that Jiang Mingyuan was still looking at her, and she felt guilty and bold. |Play: "Look at you looking good."
Generally speaking, they are afraid of cruelty, and those who love face can't be shameless. After she said this, the embarrassing one became Jiang Mingyuan, and he lowered his eyes in a panic, as if the white rice was the color of heaven.
Cheng Huan consciously won the next city, feeling a little bit happy, but it didn't take long for her to be happy before the opponent's counterattack arrived.
Jiang Mingyuan was holding a grain of rice, staring at the end of the chopsticks, calmly thanked her for her praise, and added: "You are also very good-looking."