Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 908 Laughed at by His Son
Many times, Menglan was very worried about whether her son's growth and development would be affected by too much pressure.

So... She can't let her son go on like this.

Thinking of this, Meng Lan picked up Liu Niancheng's small face, "Baby son, I remember that you used to love the little cakes baked by Mommy, why don't you come and help me, let's do it again, shall we?"

"Okay!" Liu Niancheng nodded vigorously, "I'm going to wash my hands now, and then help Mommy."

As he spoke, he put the small schoolbag on the sofa and ran away as fast as he could.

Meng Lan stared at his joyful back, a touch of relief appeared in her eyes, and the corners of her lips could not help but rise.

Feng Mu stood behind her, "Only your appearance can make him so happy."

Meng Lan's eyes flickered slightly, "I will spend more time with him in the future. Even if Nian Cheng is mature, he is still just a child. He shouldn't bear so much unhappiness in his short childhood."

"It's good that you can have this idea."

Meng Lan took a deep breath, she was about to leave the room, but suddenly she thought of something, turned around and looked at Feng Mu, "Are you busy? If not, would you like to go downstairs to make cakes with me? I think we are all with Niancheng, he will be happier."

"not busy."

Feng Mu answered very simply, and followed her downstairs.

……

Just do it, the housekeeper prepared all the ingredients one by one, and prepared them with sufficient modeling tools, as well as some aprons and the like.

Menglan helped Liu Niancheng tie up the apron and put on the sleeves, and then she reminded softly,

"Okay, now we will officially start making cakes. First of all, our first step is to knead the dough. I will do it first, and you can follow along."

As she spoke, she took out a spoonful of flour from a small bowl, poured it on the chopping board, added water, and started kneading.

Soon, a finished dough was kneaded.

"Okay, I've finished it, you all have seen it, you can learn according to my method." Meng Lan reminded with a smile, showing them the dough in her hand.

"Got it, Mommy!" Liu Niancheng nodded excitedly.

"That's great, son." A smile appeared on the corner of Meng Lan's lips.

Immediately afterwards, she looked at Feng Mu again, "What about you?"

Feng Mu's face was not very good-looking, he stared at the dough in Menglan's hand, studied it carefully, and then responded, "Well, let me try."

"..." Meng Lan was ashamed.

It seems very bottomless.

Feng Mu also picked up a small bowl to fill the flour and poured it on the chopping board, but when adding water, he couldn't control the dosage at all, sometimes more, sometimes less, he didn't understand why.

After working for more than ten minutes, Feng Mu not only failed to knead a complete dough, but also made his face and body covered with flour, which was simply horrible.

Meng Lan was speechless, so she simply got started, "Let me knead the dough, and you learn from the side."

Even Liu Niancheng looked at him with disgust, "You are so stupid!"

Feng Mu's face was extremely stinky, and there was a sense of irritability in his eyes, "You will?"

"Of course I will." Liu Niancheng proudly picked up the little dough he kneaded, his eyes filled with excitement, "Look, I did a good job, right?"

Meng Lan looked back at him, "That's right, my son is awesome."

Liu Niancheng smiled more happily, and took advantage of the situation and cast a smug look at Feng Mu, as if he was showing off his ability to him.

Feng Mu frowned frivolously, gritted his teeth and said, "Continue!"

He didn't believe it anymore, how could he still lose to a brat?
Meng Lan looked helplessly at the quarrel between the father and son, and sighed softly, "Okay, then let's proceed directly to the next link, which is to make molds for biscuits."

As she said that, she picked up a piece of dough, kneaded it casually a few times with her slender fingers, and kneaded a model in the shape of a little white rabbit, and asked them with a smile, "Look, it's so simple, have you learned it?"

"Yeah!" Liu Niancheng happily agreed, "I learned this when I was in handicraft class, so I know how to do it."

As a Feng Mu who hardly knew cooking skills, when he saw the biscuits made by the little white rabbit, his brows twitched.

Simple?
Please tell him how easy it is!

But since Feng Mu had already promised to participate in making biscuits, he couldn't go back on his word at the moment, so he could only pick up the dough and learn how to do it in a decent manner.

Originally, he wanted to make a biscuit in the shape of a bear, but he kneaded it for a long time, but in the end it turned into a four-dimensional biscuit.

"Wow, what are you doing, harming the dough is not a good behavior." Liu Niancheng couldn't help leaning forward, and when he saw the dough made by Feng Mu, his eyes were full of disgust.

"..."

Feng Mu's eyebrows twitched heavily, and he looked at Liu Niancheng with gloomy eyes, "Stinky boy, don't forget whose son you are, don't be disrespectful!"

Liu Niancheng was not afraid of him at all, and glanced at his mouth, "Che, what I'm saying is the truth. Your hands-on ability is really bad. Fortunately, I'm not like you."

"..." Feng Mu's face turned even darker.

If it wasn't for his own son, he would have grabbed him into his arms and beat him up long ago.

"Cough!" In the end, it was Meng Lan who took the initiative to step forward and broke the silence, "Nian Cheng, you can't say that about Dad."

In order to appease Feng Mu's self-esteem, she even leaned forward and stared at the biscuits Feng Mu made for a long time, with a tangled look on her face.

"Look, isn't it good to pinch? Uh... this pile of shit looks pretty good."

Feng Mu, "..."

Feng Mu cast a resentful look at Meng Lan, and reminded in a deep voice, "I'm pinching a little bear."

"..." Meng Lan raised her hand to her forehead, wishing she could find a hole in the ground and get into it.

She was about to refresh her cognition, how could this look like a little bear!
Calling it shit is flattering him.

"Hahaha, little bear, it's so funny." Liu Niancheng laughed loudly.

And Menglan could hold back her laughter, but the more she looked at the biscuits made by Feng Mu, the more ridiculous she felt. She pursed her lips, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I don't want to laugh either, I think you did a good job." Meng Lan apologized to him aloud, but she still couldn't control herself, she laughed louder and louder.

It was the first time she saw that someone could squeeze the little bear into such a shape!

Don't look at Feng Mu who can support the sky with one hand on weekdays, but he doesn't know anything about cooking!

Feng Mu's face was gloomy. Originally, he felt irritable because of this setback, but when he saw the smiles of Meng Lan and her son, his mood improved a lot, and a hint of helplessness appeared on the corners of his lips.

(End of this chapter)