I go north, you go south

"Not cool..."

Nan Zishu shook his head willfully at first, and then coquettishly tipped his head against Ling Bei's neck: "It's very safe."

"Why don't you go to bed as you are told?"

Ling Bei carried Nan Zishu to the sofa and touched her head: "Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat?"

"Well..." Nan Zishu rolled his eyes and smiled playfully: "Okay."

Ling Bei scratched her nose: "Wait."

After a while, Ling Bei brought a bowl of clear noodle soup and a small bowl of white porridge and placed them on the coffee table in front of Nan Zishu.

"Eat, eat as much as you can, and leave the rest to me..."

Before Ling Bei finished speaking, Nan Zishu pushed the dinner plate in front of Ling Bei.

"I suddenly don't want to eat anymore." Nan Zishu curled his lips pretending to be willful: "You can eat it."

Ling Bei was stunned for three seconds and then laughed.

"Shu Shu, you did it on purpose."

Nan Zishu actually couldn't eat anything.

But Ling Bei had been running outside for so long, and the weather was so cold, so it would be best to have some hot food when he got home.

Nan Zishu originally wanted to go to the kitchen to make some food and wait for him to come back.But first, she didn't know how late Ling Bei would have to work. It was a hot day and food would get cold very quickly. Second, it was also because her body needed to be careful and cautious. If she overworked herself, she would lose more than she gained.

Besides, she still knew how much her cooking skills weighed, which was better than not having Ling Bei, a very skilled chef.

Nan Zishu knew that if he directly asked Ling Bei to cook for him, he would definitely be perfunctory, so he played a trick and said that he was hungry.

In the end, when it's done, just push it to Ling Bei. After all, he's done it, so he can avoid wasting it.

"In order for me to eat hot food, you don't hesitate to play tricks..."

Ling Bei touched Nan Zishu's forehead helplessly and lovingly: "You really feel sorry for me." "Then if I directly tell you to do it yourself, will you go?" Nan Zishu tilted his head and asked him.

Ling Bei thought for a while and smiled: "Probably not."

"Then it's over."

Nan Zishu picked up the noodles and stuffed them into Ling Bei's hands: "Eat quickly, or it will get cold again."

"Shu Shu, would you like to eat some with me?"

Nan Zishu looked at Ling Bei with bright eyes, and then looked at the clear soup noodles with full color, flavor and flavor in the bowl. Feeling that it was rare for him to have no reaction, he simply nodded: "Okay."

"You eat more, I eat less."

Nan Zishu handed the chopsticks to Ling Bei: "I ate a lot tonight, I can't eat that much."

"I just drank half a bowl of porridge and half a cake, and I still have the nerve to say that I ate a lot."

Ling Bei picked up a handful of noodles, blew on it, and handed it to Nan Zishu's mouth: "Don't forget, there are two of you in one body."

"It's still a little bean sprout..."

Nanzi opened his mouth, bit off the noodles, smiled and touched his belly: "How can you have such a huge appetite?"

"Huh, she didn't." Ling Bei got angry when he mentioned this: "Her mother lost more than ten kilograms in half a month."

"Oh, how can you think so? How come you, a father, are so resentful towards your child?"

Nan Zishu patted Ling Bei on the shoulder with dissatisfaction, neither lightly nor harshly, but very gently, "She is already very obedient."

"At the very least, I can feel that she is growing up and waiting to officially meet us."

"Okay, okay, you are such a selfless mother. After suffering so much, you can still laugh so heartlessly." (End of Chapter)