Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 350 The Magnetic Voice Is Very Familiar...

"You...do you like it too?" Little Ivan rolled his black eyeballs, his eyes were clever, as if searching for something on her face.

The TV was turned on, joyful cartoons jumped out of the screen, and brisk and naughty children's songs sounded along with the screen.

"I...haven't eaten for a long time." She lowered her eyes desolately, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and then, she concealed the sadness, raised the corner of her mouth and smiled at Xiao Baozi, "I don't have any food at home. Is fish and chicken wings okay?"

"Is it delicious?" Little Ivan's obsidian eyes flashed for a moment, and he put his chin in his hands and asked suspiciously.

It's not that he hasn't eaten chicken wings.It's just... Mom's home cooking is not delicious...

But... This stupid woman seems to be quite good at cooking, I don't know if what she cooks suits his taste.

Little Ivan looked at her with a pair of bright black eyes, with a sly gleam in them.

"Delicious, he... likes to eat it..." Yan Chuyan rubbed his cute little mushroom head, paused, and continued, "You watch TV first, and I'll make you chicken wings with cola."

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Outside the window, the night shadows are sparse, and the branches and leaves sway with the wind.

Yan Chuyan lifted her footsteps, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Under the soft lighting, the bright and clean kitchen utensils reflect a bright light.

Yan Chuyan took out a bag of fresh chicken wings from the refrigerator, washed them at the Liuli counter, prepared all the main and auxiliary materials, heated up the pot, and skillfully started making Coke chicken wings.

About 30 minutes later, a plate of cola chicken wings came out of the pan, and the delicious smell permeated the whole kitchen.

Little Ivan's nose is naturally sensitive, smelling the aroma of chicken wings, he kicked his short legs excitedly and ran into the kitchen.

"Mama, I'll eat." He raised his head slowly, put his hand on his chin, and looked at Yan Chuyan with black and white eyes.

Mother……

A trace of shock flashed across Yan Chuyan's heart, as if a feather had gently swept across the tip of her heart.

Why does this little guy always call her "Mom", who is he...

"Okay, you go wash your hands first, I'll take out the chicken wings." Yan Chuyan regained his expression, blinked at him, and coaxed him softly.

"Okay." Little Ivan touched his flat belly, his eyes lit up, he rushed to the sink, stepped on a small chair, consciously squeezed out the hand sanitizer, and washed his little hands clean.

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In the huge restaurant, European-style rectangular long tables, and tablecloths with exquisite and soft patterns, all of them show luxury.

The restaurant, which was originally in a cool tone, now has a touch of warmth because of the presence of this little guy.

Little Ivan sat upright at the dining table, maintaining his usual elegant posture, staring straight at the plate of chicken wings with watery black eyes.

"Ivan, you will call me Sister Chuyan from now on, Ma Ma, please don't call me out indiscriminately. My sister is going to cook some side dishes now, and you should eat first." She said to the little bun patiently.

Little Ivan put on disposable transparent gloves, stretched out his soft and cute little hand to pick up a chicken wing, and took a small bite quietly. The appearance of eating was extremely elegant and luxurious, revealing the innate air of a prince.

After that, Yan Chuyan went back to the kitchen to make some side dishes and white rice.

Just as the dishes were being served, the doorbell rang suddenly.

She took out a tissue and wiped her hands, then hurriedly walked towards the entrance.

"Hello. This is the takeaway you ordered." The voice of the delivery guy sounded.

Yan Chuyan took the exquisitely packaged pizza and stared at the man in front of her suspiciously.

He was tall and tall, with a black peaked cap covering most of his face, and his magnetic voice was very familiar.

(End of this chapter)