The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

"Let mom see what's the pain?" Cheng Huan didn't feel abnormal when he turned his head. He changed his attitude and looked at the fingers of the stars, and there was nothing abnormal on it.

Xingxing didn't care about his fingers anymore, he looked at her with a pair of big eyes, looked at Jiang Mingyuan for a while, then looked at her again.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Huan couldn't understand the expression on his face.

The child hesitated, suddenly stomped to the ear, and asked in a not so soft voice: "Mom, are you and Dad just kissing?"

In modern society, there are many channels to obtain information. Even children under the age of five know that adults will kiss each other when they show favor.

Cheng Huan was choked by what he said.

The corresponding scene is automatically taken out in my mind for playback, and the touch that was originally ignored is added with a touch of color in the playback.

Zeyi quietly covered the roots of his upper ears, the tip of his tongue was against his palate, and Cheng Huan subconsciously even breathed. The kitchen seemed extraordinarily quiet, leaving only the stars curious to ask if it was a kiss.

Cheng Huan clenched, not knowing how to answer, she was embarrassed, and wanted to know the response of the other party, she used the cover for the star watcher, changed her position slightly, raised her eyes and gave a glance.

I saw a man who seemed calm, but his eyes were scattered and his ears were reddish.

It was determined that the other person was not calmer than him, and Cheng Huan was strangely balanced in her heart. She coughed, moved her eyes to face her gossip son, and shifted the topic: "Does your hand hurt?"

She said that the star was really distracted, she changed her expression and continued to cry, "It hurts."

"Should be peeled garlic, wait for the hot milk bubble." Cheng Huan was a little proud of her son's attention. She squeezed the child's fat face and got up to get milk.

After dealing with his son, Cheng Huan was unable to face the child's father for the time being. She stared down and stared at the tip of her shoe to walk outside, she had already gone far enough, and was still caught by the man when she passed by Jiang Mingyuan.

"Let's go." He seemed to be back to normal, said a word and then stepped out, opened the refrigerator, and took out a jar of milk.

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The boxed milk was poured into a milk pan and heated. The man did not squint, his waist was straight, and his wide back seemed a bit silent, but his presence was strong enough to make it impossible to ignore.

His performance made Cheng Huan calm down with him. Although he was still a little embarrassed, he was able to control these emotions well and continue cooking.

Ginger is peeled and sliced, green onions are cut into sections, the freshly peeled garlic is washed, and dried peppers, millet peppers, etc. are put together.

Heat the oil in the pot, pour in the seasonings and cut sauerkraut to stir-fry, add the broth, and cover and heat.

The milk was hot quickly, and it was good when Cheng Huan poured the oil. Jiang Mingyuan poured it into a large bowl and let the stars put their hands in it to soak.

Xingxing drinks cow brain every day. It is the first time to soak hands with milk. When it is soaked, it is not restless. The fingers move around like paddling.

"Dad." He asked in the voice of the cooker hood, "Does it become vain with milk?"

Jiang Mingyuan was silent for a while: "... this dad doesn't know."

"Why didn't Dad know?" Xingxing seemed difficult to understand. In his eyes, Dad was omnipotent. Why didn't he know this little question?

His gaze was too strong, as if he wanted to see if his father was possessed by a stranger through his skin. Jiang Mingyuan was stared at him silently, pressing his other hand on top of his head, rubbing it hard twice. "Because Dad doesn't need to whiten."

"But the female classmates in our class say that boys are vain, and some people like it." Stars, under pressure from dad, looked up firmly: "Dad, am I white?"

Jiang Mingyuan: "..."

"Dad, you're free, so mom will like you."

Jiang Mingyuan: "... where did you learn this fallacy?"

"It's not fallacy!" Xing Xing firmly defended his theory. He heard his dad question. He snorted, ran to the side of Cheng Huan with his short legs, grabbed her horns directly with milk-stained hands, and pulled Just to prove it to yourself: "Mom, isn't your father just like him for nothing?"

Cheng Huan was originally in front of a happy eating crowd, and never expected that the war would hit himself.

She froze for a moment, lowered her head and glanced at her son, tightened her back, and decided that she hadn't heard it.

However, this trick was obviously useless to the stars. He didn't hear the answer. He asked again, and dragged her clothes to attract attention.

Cheng Huan poured the prepared broth into the pot, added the fish skull, raised the lid on the fire, lowered his head to the son's eyes, and said something irrelevant: "Go wash your hands."

"Oh." The star opened his fingers and found the stickiness on his hands. He secretly glanced at the stains on the corner of his mother's clothes, spit out his tongue, and carried the stool to wash his hands obediently.

After washing his hands, the little guy shook his hands, wiped his pants clean, and continued the previous question: "Mom, do you like Dad for nothing?"

Why hasn't he forgotten the problem? !! !!

Cheng Huan's heart collapsed, I don't know how to say this pit mother.

The child was still inquiring, and the person asking him couldn't keep silent, Cheng Huan stared at the lid, and felt that the sight behind him was a little hot.

Facing the child's doubts, she murmured "um", and the next second, a low and sweet chuckling sounded behind her. Jiang Mingyuan heard a satisfactory answer and finally came to rescue the poor cook.

He walked over, washed the bowl aside, and took a piece of paper to clean the water on the back of the star's hand, touching his little face and saying, "Okay, let's not bother my mother to cook."

After that, he reached out and hugged the little guy.

The star was held in his arms by his father, and he did not resist at all. He stretched his arms around Dad's neck, his face grinning, and his voice was full of joy: "Dad, Mom said I like you."

"Ok."

"I like you too."

"Ok."

"Do you like me and mom then, Dad?"

The two walked out of the kitchen and arrived at the living room. In the sound of the range hood working, Cheng Huan heard the "um" that was not real.

The broth was boiled for 10 minutes on high fire. The soup in the pot had turned white. Cheng Huan fished out the fish bones, poured the fillets, and simmered for 2 minutes on a low heat. This dish was good.

There is a lot of fish. There are only three people in the family. One dish is enough. Cheng Huan held the pot and poured a pot of sauerkraut fish into the soup bowl. When he saw the pattern at the mouth of the bowl, he remembered that the bowl had just washed his hands with the stars. When he washed his hands, he thought of the question asked by the stars, and then inevitably thought about listening Is the answer affirmative?

Thinking of this, her face began to heat up afterwards. Cheng Huan put his face against the back of his hand, biting his lower lip to wash the pot. Jiang Mingyuan and the stars were in the living room. No one found her picture of the girl Huaichun.

Cheng Huan didn't turn on the hot water when washing the pot. The cold water was enough to calm down. She dried the pot and hung up, asking the other two to come over for dinner.

The two people in the living room heard the sound drop the toy, and Jiang Mingyuan took the stars to wash his hands. After washing his hands, Jiang Mingyuan consciously took the dishes and chopsticks from the three of them, and the cooperation was perfect.

Sauerkraut fish is piled up in a bowl full of soup. The sauerkraut is carefully rinsed. It will not be too sour and fresh enough. The fillets will be very thin and will melt instantly. The diners, big and small, didn't say much nonsense, just expressed their likes with the speed of picking dishes.

There are a lot of peppers in the fish. I do nt feel it when I just eat it.

Cheng Huan himself was okay. The father and son could nt stand it hot any time soon. The stars acted more clearly, while "hissing" inhaling and screaming for water; and Jiang Mingyuan, his face always has no expression, even if I ca nt stand being spicy, but I m serious, but my face is a bit red, and my eyes are more moist.

The moisture in his eyes and the blush on his face made him "soft", leaving aside the momentum, and he seemed to fit the image of the beautiful man described in history books.

Cheng Huan is a very loyal face control. He did nt even notice it before. If he notices it, his eyes wo nt be able to move away from his face. I m afraid she wo nt see it for a long time. When the aftertaste is enough, glance again.

She was very secretive, but unfortunately there were only three people on the table. It was too difficult for people to find it, and she only caught three or four eyes and was arrested.

Jiang Mingyuan ca nt eat spicy food. You could choose shabu-shabu for hot pot last time. Now the pickled fish did nt let him choose it. His spicy mouth got hot and he wanted to eat it more. The redder his face, the more frequently Cheng Huan looked.

"Look what I do?" He looked up and asked, looking up.

She was caught voyeuring, and Cheng Huan's sight was a bit erratic. She was dumb, chopsticks poked at the rice in the bowl, and after a while, found that Jiang Mingyuan was still looking at her, then she was panicked and dared to play: You look good. "

Generally speaking, it is irritating and embarrassing. After she had said this, the embarrassing one became Jiang Mingyuan, and he lowered his eyes in a panic, as if the white rice had a heavenly beauty.

Cheng Huan consciously won the next city, and there was something in her heart, but it didn't take long for her to be happy, and the counterattack of the person opposite came.

Jiang Mingyuan sandwiched a piece of rice, stared at the end of the chopsticks, thanked her compliment calmly, and added the sentence: "You look good too."