Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby! Chapter 361 - 361 362 It Doesn't Look Like It No Matter How

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As he plucked the grass and leaves from her hair, Huangfu Jue asked with a look of concern.

She shook her head with a smile and leaned in to look at the bucket of water in front of Gan Tang, “Have you caught so much that we can have a big grilled fish feast tonight?!”

“Can you grill fish?” Gan Tang stared at his mom with a skeptical face.

“Of course I…

don’t!” Gan Yuan tilted her chin towards Huangfu Jue, “But soone does!”

“Uncle Huangfu…

can cook?”

Gan Tang’s expression grew even more doubtful, looking left and right, up and down…

and eventually shook his head; the man before him did not seem like soone who could cook.

Huangfu Jue shrugged his shoulders with a self-mocking tone, “Only when it cos to grilling.”

He wasn’t adept at cooking, but he had learned survival skills from an early age which, in the wild, ant transforming raw food into cooked food—a very important skill.

“Alright, let’s start now!”

After handing his coat to Gan Yuan, Huangfu Jue efficiently rolled up his sleeves, pulled out a dagger from the toolbox, and imdiately, Gan Tang scrambled over, squatting by his side.

He watched the man deftly handle the fish in hand, utterly dumbfounded.

Gan Yuan, holding his coat, sat on a small chair nearby, glancing at her son’s expression, not surprised at all.

Six years ago, she had been similarly astonished when she saw Huangfu Jue processing a fish.

Shifting her gaze from her son, Gan Yuan watched Huangfu Jue with her eyes slightly to the side.

The man had his sleeves rolled high, one hand holding a fish, the other a knife dancing fleetingly, his movents efficient and skilled.

As she watched his profile, her thoughts seed to fly back to six years ago, amidst the snowflakes of the Alps Mountains.

Back then, during an avalanche, she and he were trapped in the snowy mountains together; he had broken through the ice to catch fish and grill them…

In such circumstances, catching a single fish was incredibly difficult, yet he had given her the entire fish.

“I’m allergic to fish at.”

At the ti, his voice was cold and emotionless; she had believed him.

It was only later, when they reunited, that she learned he had lied to her that night—actually, fish was his favorite dish.

“Mummy?!”

The little guy’s voice brought her back to reality, and Gan Yuan snapped out of her reverie.

“Oh.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“I was just thinking…” Gan Yuan’s fingers gently caressed the ring on her finger, “about so things from the past.”

“It’s done.” Huangfu Jue packed up the processed fish, “Now let’s go grill them.”

The three of them packed up their things and went back to the RV.

Huangfu Jue skewered the fish onto the grill and placed it over the fire.

The little one curiously moved closer, spread out his arms to stand in front of the man who, just like he had taught him how to fish, seriously taught him how to grill.

The fire must not be too strong, so that the fish can be cooked without charred;

First grill the belly then the tail, noting where the at is tender and where there are more bones;

How to remove the gay taste, when to add salt;

…

Surviving is an important skill, what he knows, he must teach his son as well.

Seeing the little guy’s eagerness, he stretched out his gloved hand.

“Put your hand in here!”

Gan Tang imdiately stuck his little hand into the insulated glove, and he held the boy’s hand as they turned the fish on the grill together, then taught him how to season by hand…

Flas flickered; when drops of oil fell into the flas, tiny sparks erupted, the man instinctively retracted, lifting his arm to protect the little one’s face, shielding him with his own body…