Good morning, Mr. Rong!

185 Chapter 2 The Menacing Arrival [-]
A girlfriend may not necessarily become a wife, but as for the relationship, it is open and above board.

The underground lover is an unhealthy relationship after all.

She raised her head, looked at him, and smiled sweetly again: "Shall I cook a big meal for you tonight?"

Yan Baobao responded with a smile: "I still want to eat three fresh noodles!"

"I'm going to have a big meal today, not three fresh noodles!" Jing Huanyan was in a great mood, and now she wanted to cook a big meal to celebrate.

Rong Zhiyan smiled lightly: "There is a cook at home, if you rarely take a break, don't go into the kitchen."

"It's okay, I like to cook..." At this point, she paused for a while, and added with a little embarrassment: "Make delicious food for the people I like!"

"Yanyan is so nice!" As soon as Xiaobao Rong heard the word "person I like", she immediately took her seat and hugged the soft and fragrant Yanyan.

Rong Zhiyan looked at his unreserved son, slightly raised his eyebrows, and in a very light tone, began to be 'jealous': "It is true that most girls love to make delicious food for their boyfriends."

"Humph! If I hadn't been five years old! Humph! If I hadn't helped you all the way! Humph!" Rong Xiaoyan's nose twitched.

Jing Huanyan pursed her lips and endured it for a long time, before bursting into laughter.

In order to avoid disputes, she had no choice but to change the sentence: "Actually, cooking for the two of you is my favorite thing to do now!"

"But Da Yan is right about one thing, Yan Yan, cooking is too hard, you finally rested, and your hands are so soft and fragrant, cooking will thicken..." Baby Yan said warmly: "So you better not cook."

"It's okay, after cooking in a while, I'll just put on some hand cream. And my hands are really not that soft..." Jing Huanyan bruised her palms lightly.

Although she has been taking care of her for the past few years, because she used to work a lot, her palms are not as smooth as those of ordinary delicate girls.

"Did you work often before?" Rong Zhiyan also noticed this, gently took her little hand, and looked at the faint callus on her palm.

"Although board and lodging were provided in the orphanage, the older children had to help with the work, because there were not enough manpower in the orphanage. After I entered high school, I started working part-time and studying. At that time Without much education and experience, I can only do some work of serving dishes, washing dishes and distributing leaflets, and sometimes because of the need to pay for some sundries, I have to work two or three jobs." Recalling her childhood life, she said softly .

"It's so pitiful..." Rong Xiaoyan on the side had never experienced this before, but he didn't even think about it, so his eyes were red when he heard it.

Rong Zhiyan looked at her, although he was not as emotional as Rong Xiaoyan, but there was also a flash of distress and pity in his eyes.

"Actually, it's not pitiful. Everyone wants to live. There are actually quite a lot of students like me who work and study. Some children from poor families also need this. Moreover, it is also a kind of life experience. I have never felt pitiful, but rather happy, because when I earn a lot of money, I can still donate it to the orphanage and my younger brothers and sisters.”

Jing Huanyan saw that the little guy was about to cry, so she hugged him and explained.

(End of this chapter)