Domineering baby: I want this daddy

【Uncle 314's tomato scrambled eggs】

"That's why," the gray cat sighed, and then said, "A woman's son can be pampered, but not too much!"

It's rare for my own woman to be literary and artistic, and Mr. Gray Cat responded very cooperatively.

"What do you mean!" Mrs. White Cat stared, displeased, "Do you despise me now? Do you think it's not worth being too nice to me now? Now you want to find fault, don't you?"

The gray cat raised its hand and said pitifully, "Honey, no, really no, I'm just talking about the facts, not people, let alone you."

"It's almost there."

The white cat snorted, as if remembering something, and said to the gray cat, "Zi and the others haven't seen us for a few days, and they called us last night to say they wanted to see us, so you don't want to go to Mont Blanc this time, go back Go home and take care of them."

Want him to go home and look after the kids?

Uncle Cat refused.

Begging in a low voice, "The children miss you too, why don't you go back together, my wife..."

"Go away—! It's not boring to be together every day! Can't you think about the child?" Rolling his eyes, the white cat stared again, "That's it, you set off immediately, I will inform Ah Zi, She organized an organization to pick you up."

The tone was completely agreeable, there was no tone that could be discussed at all.

Hey……

The gray cat sighed again in its heart---

It's not just that the master is being bullied, he's being bullied all the time too, okay?

Not only is it too much to be the family's favorite, he, this woman, is also spoiled by himself, okay?

strike, strike.

More than ten years have passed together.

The more pampered, the more addicted.

Who made them, willing to do so, be willing to do so?

*

Yan Xiaoyu sat in her original position, feeling uneasy, and didn't dare to move around, let alone lift her hands and chopsticks to eat any food.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, she stared at the second hand on her wrist, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles, time was getting slower and slower, and the minutes were like years.

"you."

Suddenly, a low voice came from ahead, the calm and majestic tone was still cold, "Come here."

"Yes--!"

Xiaoyu was startled, like when he was being trained in a police academy, he shouted a password, hooked his head and trotted over a few steps, put his hands on his trouser seam, stood upright, and only had to pay a military salute to show his respect...

"cough."

The uncle's face was serious, but his tone was a little unnatural. He coughed lightly, and remained silent for a while. Finally, without saying anything, he got up and walked towards the back of the restaurant---

Yan Xiaoyu didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and stood there all the time with a straight posture.

1 minutes passed.

2 minutes passed.

When the second hand finally walked through three rounds, footsteps finally sounded behind her again, pacing, and standing in front of her.

For the little fish, the 3-minute wait seemed like three centuries.

"Uncle Jue, I..."

Xiaoyu was about to apologize for his reckless language during the dinner party, but when he heard a slap, he saw an extra dinner plate in front of the table.

Plate full.

Red and yellow interlaced, gorgeous and beautiful.

A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, full of color, fragrance, and without any flaws, even the soup is delicious and tempting.

Xiaoyu was puzzled, and looked up——

And when she saw the figure of Nangong Jue opposite, her eyes widened even more.

It turned out that in just a few minutes of work, the master, who was dressed in a black suit, was strong and cold, and had an aura of not being close to strangers, had already put on an apron, went to the back kitchen of the restaurant, and fried a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Why can Xiaoyu be sure?

Because part of the oil stains on the apron and the smell of oily smoke are leaking out, the owner of the apron just turned off the fire and left the kitchen for less than half a minute...

Xiao Yu stared at the plate of tomato scrambled eggs, startled -----

"This... this is..." She was a little unbelievable, pointing to herself, "I...give me..."

"Little girl."

Without removing the apron, the tall Jue Dang said indifferently, ordering, "Taste the taste."

Just like what the strange uncle said to her when they first met in the attic, before the fight started.

Hearing this, Xiaoyu quickly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of egg and tomato and ate without saying a word...

When entering.

God, the world is delicious.

Yan Xiaoyu swears that this is the best tomato scrambled egg she has ever eaten.

Although I have eaten the meals cooked by Master Tou, all the dishes made by Master Tou are exquisite delicacies, and all of them are high-end delicacies that can be displayed, viewed and eaten like works of art.

Beauty is beauty, but it does not have the homely and simple taste like the current plate.

Miss Yu felt that she would be able to eat the legendary chef's own cooking in this life, so she...would die without regret!

"Taste." The uncle ordered again, "Report!"

Xiaoyu's skin tightened, he put down his chopsticks, and returned seriously, "The report is the master, the taste is excellent, the saltiness is moderate, the color is bright, it is definitely the best I have tasted in this life!"

Although the words are exaggerated, but this time, it is different from the last time, it is absolutely sincere.

After she finished her report, she thought she would get the same cold face as last time.

I didn't want to, but I saw an invisible smile on the corner of the uncle's indifferent mouth.

"Go."

Without saying anything, Nangong despaired at Yan Xiaoyu, who was always standing upright, and said, "There are 5 minutes left before the boarding time, so don't waste everyone's time."

"Okay, I know."

Seeing that Xiao Yu didn't reprimand him or make things difficult, and he got an amiable face in exchange for it, he immediately hooked his head to agree, bent down in fear, and ran out towards the restaurant door------

When Yan Xiaoyu disappeared into the restaurant, Jue Da Shao's cell phone rang, as if he had calculated the time.

It was Miss Song's voice who picked it up.

I haven't seen any anger just now, instead I still smiled, "President, how is the matter resolved? Have you turned the fight with my future daughter-in-law into friendship?"

Nangong never replied immediately, but looked at the tomato scrambled eggs that had been tasted, raised her eyes, and said in a low voice, "What Miss Song wants to compensate now is the three months that threatened me."

This confident and arrogant discourse, it seems, was completed very successfully.

Song Xiaozhi on the other side of the phone rolled his eyes, "I'm just threatening, and before you implement it, you're going to take revenge on others."

What a man who makes the most of everything!

"In the future, within three years, you are not allowed to run around all over the world." The leader of the Jue ordered directly, clearly.

"Three years?" Ms. Song was dissatisfied, "Then am I going to be suffocated to death by boredom?"

Master Jue raised his eyebrows, and replied softly, "Why, with me around, are you still bored?"

With him around, it's not a matter of being bored or not... It's a matter of whether she will die young and be exhausted to death on the bed by the head of the family!

Miss Song sighed and didn't reply...