Marriage moves the world: the chief spoiled wife is not enough

Chapter 257 His Son 8
"Uncle, have you eaten yet? If you haven't eaten, you can eat a little here. Anyway, I have cooked enough." Su Xiang heard this sentence just after walking over, and he really wanted to die.

Baby, are you really okay?Don't you think about your mother's mood?

She was looking forward to it in her heart, Zhong Yechen, hurry up and say, no need, I've already eaten, hurry up, hurry up, she folded her hands together, extremely pious.

But someone didn't seem to see her hint, Zhong Yechen touched his belly with a happy smile on his face, "Okay, I just happened to be hungry too, but you said you cooked all these dishes?"

"Yes, come and taste it." Su Zimo said as he handed him a pair of chopsticks, looking at him with a hint of expectation on his white and tender face.

Zhong Yechen sat down beside Su Zimo, happily took the chopsticks, and looked at the four dishes and one soup on the table, oily prawns, steamed mandarin fish, celery lily, braised tofu, and a clam with mushrooms Soup.

Ordinary home-cooked dishes, the appearance is reasonable, he smiled brightly at Su Zimo, stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of fish, it melted in the mouth, with a faint fragrance of fragrant leaves, he picked up a second time.

"Well, my baby's skill is comparable to that of a five-star chef, but," he suddenly glanced suspiciously at a certain woman who was anxious, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

"Just what?" Su Zimo was a little nervous. Could it be that he didn't like the taste?Impossible, as long as anyone who has eaten his handicrafts has never said that it is not delicious.

"I never thought you could cook such delicious food at such a young age." Zhong Yechen said lightly, but his eyes were as deep as the sea. What has his son experienced all these years?Other children at such a young age are the age to play carefree.

And his son actually cooks such a good dish.

If he knew that the clothes, housework, cooking and other things that Su usually thought about were all taken care of by Su Baobao, what would it be like.

"It's delicious." Zhong Yechen ate two more prawns, and couldn't stop at all. The original mother and son's food was almost cleaned up by him alone.

When Su wanted to sit down, there was only a little soup left on the plate, she looked at Zhong Yechen speechlessly, the latter was full of soup, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Mom...Auntie, have some soup." Su Zimo filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Su Xiang, almost slipping his tongue. He peeked at Zhong Yechen, who was stroking his stomach contentedly, as if he didn't hear what he said .

Baby breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself, he must pay attention next time, otherwise with his father's IQ, he can tell it in a few words.

The four plates of food had already reached Zhong Yechen's stomach, Su Xiang was speechless, he didn't know what kind of stomach he was, it could hold so much, why didn't he overwhelm him.

Fortunately, the baby is caring, she didn't feel hungry at night, she drank two bowls of soup, and ate a little rice with the vegetable soup, and she was full.

Seeing that everyone had finished eating, Su Zimo hurriedly ran to clean up the dishes. Zhong Yechen watched his little figure busy while the little woman beside him seemed to be commonplace.

He got up, and as soon as he picked up an empty plate, his hand was pressed down by a small hand. Su Zimo smiled, "Uncle, I can do it myself without your help."

"Have you always been like this?" Zhong Yechen was a little unbelievable, although the baby was very sensible, but after all, he was only 5 years old.

"Yes, my aunt is very tired at work, so I will do some housework for you. Besides, I am a man, so it's okay to do more." No matter what Zhong Yechen asked, Su Zimo would answer with ease.

Zhong Yechen looked at Su Zimo's innocent little face, his eyes were unclear, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

(End of this chapter)