Seeing Xuanxuan enduring her unhappiness, Mi Wan felt incredibly distressed. She wanted to comfort her but found herself at a loss.
The atmosphere turned tense, and Mi Wan bit her lip and stayed silent with a hint of worry. The room fell quiet, with faint sounds of lively chatter coming from the neighboring room.
"Xuanxuan, how about a hug from Daddy?"
After a long while, Song Guotao walked around the chair, ca to Mi Wan’s side, and broke the tension.
"No!"
Xuanxuan buried her little face in Mi Wan’s embrace angrily, thinking, It’s all Daddy’s fault. If Daddy hadn’t bullied Mommy, Mommy wouldn’t be upset!
Confronted by Xuanxuan’s resistance, Song Guotao’s face suddenly darkened, and his heart rang with warning bells at the sa ti.
"Xuanxuan, be good, Daddy has sothing to say to you. How about a hug?" Song Guotao lowered his voice on purpose and coaxed Xuanxuan.
"No, Xuanxuan doesn’t want a hug from Daddy, nor listen to Daddy’s words." Xuanxuan glared at Song Guotao angrily, accusingly, "It’s all Daddy’s fault for making Mommy unhappy. Xuanxuan won’t pay attention to you today."
Xuanxuan’s reaction took Song Guotao by surprise. He hesitated, still wanting to say sothing, but Xuanxuan said, "Mommy, let’s go to Grandpa and Grandma’s house. Xuanxuan wants to eat Grandpa’s cooking."
"Alright!"
Mi Wan hadn’t expected such a reaction from Xuanxuan, and felt a bit delighted, nodding imdiately in agreent. Seeing this, Song Guotao didn’t pursue further. Xuanxuan was currently upset; pushing too hard would only leave a bad impression and increase her resistance towards him.
Carrying Xuanxuan out of the Sichuan cuisine restaurant, the city was already lit up with neon lights in the evening. The cold wind blew, dispersing the frustration Mi Wan felt. She knew well that Song Guotao wouldn’t let it go easily, and there would likely be more distressing scenarios like today in the future. But for now, she felt very pleased and content because of Xuanxuan’s support.
n, go to hell! Having her daughter was enough!
Mi Jing returned ho to find Shen Lingxing already back, sitting on the living room sofa watching the news.
"Why did you co back so early?" Mi Jing walked to the sofa, casually asking while putting down her bag.
"Hungry, wanted to eat your cooking." Shen Lingxing shifted his gaze from the TV screen to Mi Jing, a subtle smile on his handso face as he said leisurely.
Uh!
Even her modest cooking skills could make him crave?
Mi Jing felt sowhat embarrassed but inexplicably happy inside. She said with a smile, "Then I’ll go cook now."
"Alright, I’ll help you." Shen Lingxing didn’t sit with crossed legs like a lord waiting to be fed, but followed Mi Jing into the kitchen.
The fridge was filled with ingredients Xu Ju had brought in the morning. Mi Jing took out a cleaned and packaged fish and asked Shen Lingxing beside her, "Do you know how to cook fish?"
Upon hearing that, a brief hesitation flashed across Shen Lingxing’s face before he asked in return, "Is there a recipe?"
Recipe?
Just admit it if you don’t know how to cook, no need to make excuses. She wouldn’t despise him!
Mi Jing silently grumbled while nodding, "Yes, I randomly bought one last ti, a beginner’s guide. It’s on the shelf by the TV. Go check it out; it might not have instructions for fish."
Then, they divided tasks. Shen Lingxing went to find the recipe, and Mi Jing took out the ingredients from the fridge, then washed rice and started cooking.
Actually, there were so leftovers from lunch, but knowing Xu Ju had two dogs at ho, Mi Jing packed the leftovers for the dogs. Now, the pot was empty, nothing left.
Turning around, Mi Jing stared at the carrots in the sink, unsure where to start. Last ti, the carrots were cut into chunks for soup, allowing her to improvise freely without any knife skills. But now for stir-fried at slices, they needed to be shredded or thinly sliced, which required skill.
"Is there sothing wrong with the carrots?" Shen Lingxing, holding the recipe, ca to Mi Jing’s side, asking when he saw her staring at the carrots.
"No, I was just thinking about how to shred carrots." Mi Jing laughed dryly, honestly confessing.
"I’ll do it."
With no trace of disdain or impatience, Shen Lingxing casually laid the recipe open on the counter, speaking gently while unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolling them up his arms.
"You know how to cut?"
Mi Jing suspected Shen Lingxing’s culinary skills might be similar to hers, so seeing him take the carrots from her, she couldn’t help questioning.
"Honey, what’s with the expression? Are you doubting my ability?" Shen Lingxing deliberately frowned, lifting his hand to pinch her cheek, asking in a deep voice.
"A bit." Mi Jing didn’t fear Shen Lingxing minding, bluntly admitting.
He needed a recipe to cook fish; how good could his culinary skills be? Although his egg noodles were delicious, making noodles seed simple; to her, cooking instant noodles was easy.
"Then watch closely." Shen Lingxing raised his eyebrows confidently.
n are sowhat prideful, especially in front of soone they like, eager to prove their skills and won’t accept being underestimated.
"Wait a minute."
Seeing Shen Lingxing reach for the knife, Mi Jing softly spoke, stopping him.
"Don’t worry, I won’t cut my hand and add to the al." He thought Mi Jing still doubted him, saying helplessly.
"I’m not worried!"
Mi Jing innocently retorted, and then turned to take the apron from the wall and handed it to Shen Lingxing, saying, "Don’t dirty your clothes, put this on."
But Shen Lingxing didn’t reach for it, instead placing the carrot back in the sink, slightly turning, smiling, "Put it on ."
Is he bossing her around?
Mi Jing glanced at Shen Lingxing, annoyed, "Shouldn’t you bow down?"
"Honey, how short are you?" Shen Lingxing joked with a smile.
Short?
Her height of 166 cm couldn’t be considered short, already above average, a moderately tall height!
Hmph, calling her short, she hasn’t complained about his height!
Towering over 185 cm, even with five-centiter heels, she’s still way shorter than him!
The first ti being called short, Mi Jing felt very defiant. She stepped forward, closing the gap with Shen Lingxing, stood on tiptoe, raised her hands, and after so effort, placed the apron around his neck.
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