Fortunate Pregnancy, Forced Marriage: Boss is Addicted to Pampering His Wife

"It's okay." She paid three courses in a row, and her craft was almost the same as her. Only one day later, he went from a culinary idiot to a mid-to-upper level. Is this going to be against the sky?

"Mom, you can't put water." Xiao Bao murmured.

"It does taste good." Cheng Yingxuan said, "I not only did not put water, but also strictly checked."

"I have to pay, too." Xiao Bao climbed up the chair. Even among his peers, he grew taller. For the table, he was still shorter. He raised his chopsticks with his hands and paid for the dishes. "Delicious?" she asked.

Xiao Bao didn't answer, but continued to eat with vegetables, and it tasted good by default.

The three of them sat around the table for dinner. Yan Shiting sat opposite the two mothers and children, watching the mother and the child eat happily, and a strange satisfaction appeared in their hearts.

His pair of golden hands made soup, worth it.

After the meal, Yan Shiting took the initiative to clean up the dining table and washed the dishes in the kitchen. Fortunately, there was an automatic dishwasher. Otherwise, he could not stand the greasyness of the dishes. He hated housework the most, and for this pair of mother and son, there was another kind of unwilling willingness.

Cheng Yingxuan and Xiaobao ate enough to watch TV in the living room, with financial news on the TV.

Xiaobao's small body was lying on the sofa, her small head resting on her mother's thigh, "Mom, how did Uncle Yan's food taste delicious?"

"It is estimated that he worked hard for a day today."

Yan Shiting brought two cups of milk from the kitchen and put it on the coffee table in the big living room. When she heard her say this, she had to say that she was the truth. No wonder the little guy said she was not stupid.

Seeing Xiaobao, a little guy with a big fart, was actually relishing watching financial news.

Xiaobao happened to be a little thirsty. He sat up, picked up a cup and slurped up, put half a cup of milk back on the coffee table, and his bright eyes looked at him incredulously, "Uncle Yan, How did you become considerate? You also know that two glasses of milk will be served after the meal." It would be better to be a servant, but he didn't dare to say this, lest the other party could bear to bear to kill.

Yan Shiting's somber face was slightly embarrassed, "For the sake of score. Be your mother's boyfriend."

Xiaobao applauded, "Uncle Yan will cook and he will cook milk. There is indeed progress. I think about it... I will give you a tenth."

A flash of joy flashed in Yan Shiting's eyes, "This is a perfect score."

Xiaobao almost spit out the milk that he drank, "Which is ten points is full marks? One hundred points is full points, you get ten points!" I thought about it, there were no doors, and the windows had to be closed.

He frowned into a Sichuan word, "How can I add points?"

The little guy skewed his head and thought for a while, "I saw in the book that women like caring men, they are very heart-warming; they will make a lot of money; they are willing to spend money for their beloved women, twenty points; they can give women a sense of security and danger Stand up at all times, forty."

A shimmer of light flashed in Yan Shiting's cold eyes, and he asked, "How many points did he pass?"

Xiaobao stretched out her little thumb and an index finger, closed the three fingers in the middle, and made a "six" gesture, "Sixty points pass."

Cheng Yingxuan heard Yan Shiting's question, and knew that Jiang was still old and spicy, and his son got a stroke.

Sure enough, Yan Shiting slightly raised the corner of his lips, "little guy, are you sure about the above?"

"of course."