Could it be that your brother is back? Thinking about this, Cheng Kexin changed his clothes and went downstairs, but unexpectedly discovered that it was not Cheng Luo who was cooking in the kitchen, but his precious son, Mengbao.
“Mengbao, what are you doing?” Walking to the door of the kitchen, Cheng Kexin watched as the little man was standing on the small bench with the help of his aunt, carefully stirring the porridge in the pot.
“Mom, you are up!” Seeing Cheng Kexin, Meng Bao happily jumped off the bench, “Mom, are you going to sleep well? Where have you been these days?”
Holding Mengbao in his arms, Cheng Kexin poked his little cheek and said dozingly, “There is a grandma who is sick, so my mother has been taking care of her in the hospital. How are you doing these days?”
Since their return to China, Cheng Kexin has never taken Mengbao to see Su Yafen. On the one hand, she was afraid that Gu Chi would know that there was a child between them; on the other hand, she could not tell the reason. As long as she thinks that Su Yafen only has Cheng Ruoer in her eyes, Cheng Kexin doesn’t want her to know about Mengbao’s existence.
“Is that grandma cured?” Meng Bao asked with wide eyes.
“Yeah.” Cheng Kexin smiled and nodded his forehead, “Grandma’s illness is cured, can you tell me, what are you doing?”
“I’m making millet porridge for my mother,” Mengbao broke free from Cheng Kexin, ran back to the stove, stared at the pot and said, “Auntie said this porridge is good for people, I miss my mother I would be hungry after I woke up, so I asked my aunt to teach me to cook porridge for my mother to drink.”
It turned out to be like this. Seeing her baby son caring about herself so much, Cheng Kexin only felt that her heart was warm. The unhappiness caused by Su Yafen and Cheng Ruoer was all wiped out at this moment.
Walking to Mengbao’s side, Cheng Kexin lifted the lid, looked at the boiling porridge and said, “It seems that Mengbao made the porridge for her mother to drink. Mengbao can give her two bowls, okay? Mom wants it. Can you taste how Mengbao is doing?”
“Okay.” With excited expressions on her face, Meng Bao walked to the cupboard to get the bowl with her short legs.
Helping to extinguish the fire, the aunt said respectfully to Cheng Kexin, “Miss, you and the young master go to the table and wait, I’ll take it for you.”
“No,” Cheng Kexin said with a smile, “I’ll do it myself.”
This is the first time her baby is cooking for herself, how can she not come by herself?
Slightly bent over and said “yes”, the aunty stepped back and smiled. The young master is really likable. Just this filial piety is something that many children can’t match.
“Mom, here.” Meng Bao quickly brought the dishes and chopsticks to Cheng Kexin.
“Meng Bao obediently go to the dining table and wait for his mother. You are still young, and it won’t be good to wait until it gets hot.” Cheng Kexin turned to Meng Bao while serving the porridge.
“Yeah.” Nodding obediently, Meng Bao Yiyan ran to the dining table and sat down.
Seeing his son’s well-behaved appearance, Cheng Kexin felt that God had treated him quite well and gave himself such a caring child.
“Mom, is it delicious?” Meng Bao asked nervously as she watched Cheng Kexin hand the spoon into her mouth.
“Wow!” Cheng Kexin made a very exaggerated expression, “It’s so delicious, is my baby a genius cooking? How can I make it so delicious for the first time.”
“Really?” Wen Yan Meng Bao Yuanyuan’s face hung a big smile, hurriedly picked up the spoon and tasted the porridge in front of him.
“It’s really delicious, mom, please drink more!” Xiao Guitou also felt that he was doing well, and hurriedly urged Cheng Kexin.
Pamperingly touched Mengbao’s head, Cheng Kexin lowered his head and drank the porridge in front of him seriously. Is it too hot? Why did she feel that her eyes were moistened by the heat?
“Mom, can I ask you a question?” Meng Bao said cautiously, seeing mom’s mood today.
“Of course,” Cheng Kexin looked up and smiled, “What question does Mengbao want to ask his mother?”
“Mom, how are you and Dad? I…may I go to see Dad?” Meng Bao’s immature face was full of nervousness.