Chapter 447: Futuretake: A Family al
That weekend, it was Mo Qingchen's turn to cook for the family. In the background, he could hear the squealing of the children as they were chased by their mother. This was an imperative part of the day. If they didn't chase the monsters, they wouldn't tire them out and bedti would be a nightmare.
The elders said that kids were the worst at age two, but three was the phase where kids turned into demons. Qian ng was getting a run for her money as the three kids combined forces and surrounded her.
Like a cornered victim, she pleaded and begged as the triplets tried to climb up her legs, clinging to her clothes. Mo Qingchen looked over his shoulder and burst into laughter at the helpless look on Qian ng's face.
This was a daily occurrence.
Kids were supposed to be scared of one parent, but instead, these three were fearless. Neither Qingchen nor Qian ng believed in hitting the kids or raising their voices. Instead, they took up trying to make things understand what they had done wrong.
But playti was different. As long as the kids didn't hit anyone or do sothing dangerous, everything was fair play.
Seeing Qian ng struggle to keep balance, Mo Qingchen quickly put the stove on low heat and sprinted to the site of the cri. He scooped up two at a ti, leaving Qian ng lighter and relieved.
"I thought I was going to topple over with them." The main concern, in this case, was the kids getting hurt. When you had kids, you forgot that you were human and could get hurt, too.
She looked at the stove and shook her head. "I'll go stir the veggies. Just handle them for a bit, will you?" she pleaded softly. With Neith hanging off her hips, she sauntered to the stove, making sure that there was careful distance between Neith and the stove. She stirred slowly as she spoke. She said exactly what she was doing and it seed to humor the kid.
Mo Qingchen ca over, carrying the other two, and placed them farther away from the heat so that they could watch their mother cooking. In form of entertainnt, he started to ask questions.
Qian ng guffawed when she heard the conversation.
"ow tis One is?" Mo Qingchen prompted. Qian ng raised her brow, wondering what the response would be.
In unison, the three kids sang out, "ow!"
"ow tis two is?" he asked again.
"ow ow!" they responded in the sa tone. The higher the multiplication beca, the louder their voices grew until Qian ng couldn't hold the spatula in her hand properly and shook with laughter.
The shouts of 'ow' were deafening. The kids giggled, too, seemingly happy at humoring their mother.
"What do you think?" Mo Qingchen asked her.
She shook her head in amusent. "When did you teach them this?"
"I was on a boring work call. I put the call on mute and taught the kids this. It took so practice to get them to scream in unison, but it was worth it." He chuckled.
"As long as you don't teach them tough multiplication," she said softly. "I have a feeling at least two of them will surpass your expectations."
Food was ready and Qian ng placed everything on plates.
Neith looked at the food on her plate and scrunched her little face. "Ugly," she said calmly but confidently. The tone was so much like Mo Qingchen that a shiver ran up Qian ng's spine.
She glared at Mo Qingchen, who looked like he was biting back a smile.
Qian ng placed her hand on her hips and waved her finger. "You can't say that, Neith. It hurts my feelings. I worked really hard to make that!" Qian ng said softly.
Sia looked up from her al, innocently and tried to appease her mother. "Tastes really good, maa," she said. Her voice was low.
Qian ng patted the kid's head, happy that at least one was on her side.
"Maa, the food is this much ugly," Rex comnted. He pinched his little fingers very close together to show a asurent of how impressed he was with the aesthetics of the plate in front of him.
Seven years of marriage and practice in cooking hadn't made Qian ng improve in the good-looking food category. Qian ng sighed.
"You guys are coming up with creative ways to criticize these days," she said with a pout. "How does it taste?" she asked.
"Delicious," Qingchen spoke up before the kids. There was a twinkle in his eyes that Qian ng didn't miss. She rolled her eyes and looked at the children.
The kids humd in agreent.
"Is it better than Dad's cooking?" Qian ng coaxed.
"Mom cooks best," Sia comnted brightly.
"Dad's not too bad… but mom is better," Rex responded. He was always one to… downplay bad comnts.
Neith didn't comnt. She seed to have a tacit understanding with her siblings.
"Traitors. I taught you so many gas but you took your mom's side when the ti to test your loyalty ca," Mo Qingchen accused. His voice was filled with amusent.
"Sorry!" they trilled together.
The al passed harmoniously. It was a boon that all the kids were happy eaters. They got it from both parents who were foodies. They didn't make a fuss when they were asked to eat. That was one less headache for their tired and overworked parents.
"Ti for dessert!" Qingchen called. He stood up from the chair and slowly cleared away the table.
"I'll take care of that," Qian ng told him. She pushed at his shoulder. "Get the desert, will you?" she asked.
Mo Qingchen pressed a quick kiss on her lips before sprinting to the refrigerator. Qian ng snickered at the expression on the kids' faces. They were used to these displays of affection and knew them to be what love looked like.
But they still looked peeved.
Qian ng scraped the remnants away and then unloaded the dishes in the sink after lightly cleaning them.
"Qian ng!" Mo Qingchen called. "Leave the dishes for later. Have the donuts first," he prompted.
She looked over her shoulder and saw the kids holding the sugared donuts Mo Qingchen had made a couple of days ago in their small hands. The powdered sugar went all over their hands and Qian ng felt mild horror at how hard she would have to work to clean these children up before bed.
Still, she smiled and ca back. Ever the sweet husband, Mo Qingchen brought up the donut to her mouth and fed her small bites as Qian ng pulled out tissues and cleaned the table.
"You have really beco a middle-aged wife," Mo Qingchen whispered. Qian ng turned to him with a smile.
"That is exactly what I am, Mr. Mo." She wiped her hand with a wet wipe and then promptly took the donut from his hand. In the process, she was distracted and the crumbs of the donut and the sugar ended up going under her T-shirt. She could feel the powder on her skin and snorted.
"I had heard of the term sugar-tits, but this is ridiculous."
She didn't think she had ever heard Mo Qingchen laugh so hard. "That term fits you perfectly," he flirted openly. A plan ford in his mouth. "This wasn't enough dessert for . Let's ditch the kids after putting them to bed and have so real desert, shall we?" he said.
The look in his eyes held promises. Promises Qian ng was going to hold him accountable to. The sugar on her tits wasn't going to be cleaned so easily. It needed special attention. And it would be a waste to just clean it up.
Therefore, Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo rushed to change the kids into night clothes, tucked them into bed, and then sprinted to their room for their unfinished al.
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