Don't be cool when the cute baby is coming

Chapter 37 Feelings Are Inherited

An hour later, Jun Ruo'an put the delicious food on the table, and Jun Shaochen ran over when he smelled the aroma without being called.

Mo Shaoheng followed behind him slowly, watching Jun Shaochen bouncing towards Jun Ruo'an who was wearing an apron, the heart-warming feeling hit his heart again inexplicably.

This feeling is very comfortable, but also very strange. He subconsciously wants to reject it, but he can't help but want to indulge in it.

"Young Master Mo, drink some sweet soup!"

Jun Ruoan flatteringly handed over a bowl of sweet soup.

Mo Shaoheng didn't like sweets very much, so when he saw the sweet soup, he frowned.

Jun Shaochen curled his mouth, jumped up and shouted, "Bad uncle, you must be polite when you agree, have you forgotten?"

Mommy has offered her favor, but the stinky daddy dares to refuse!

Mo Shaoheng's brows frowned into Sichuan characters. Damn you, you're quite good at handling people!

Seeing that something was wrong, Jun Ruo'an shrank his hands, "If Young Master Mo doesn't like to drink, you can eat something else instead!"

"No, such a delicious sweet soup, the bad uncle must drink it!"

Jun Shaochen snatched the sweet soup from Jun Ruoan's hand, stuffed it into Mo Shaoheng's hand, and winked at Mo Shaoheng threateningly.

Brat, dare to threaten him!

Mo Shaoheng was furious, but there was nothing to do, who made him sign that broken agreement with the kid!

He picked up the spoon, took a spoonful of the sweet soup, and drank it.

Hey, it's delicious!
Mo Shaoheng glanced at the sweet soup in disbelief, it didn't taste like dessert that he hated, how could it be like this?

"Is it good, bad uncle?"

Jun Shaochen put his arms around Mo Shaoheng's neck, and patted his neck twice with his small hand.

For some reason, Mo Shaoheng was a little ashamed to let them know his true feelings, because he had so clearly refused to drink the sweet soup just now.

"It's okay! Brat, you let me drink it, why don't you drink it yourself?"

He squinted at Jun Ruoan.

"Of course I want to drink, and I want to drink a big bowl."

Jun Shaochen hugged a large bowl of sweet soup, gurgled, drank it up in a few strokes, wiped off the water stains with the back of his right hand on his chin, and turned his head to praise Jun Ruo'an.

"Aunt Jun, your craftsmanship is really good. I actually don't like sweets, but the sweets you made don't have the taste I hate. Someone said that I have a special dislike in sweets. Most sweets I would throw up when I ate it, but I didn’t when I ate what you made, and it was so delicious. You are simply amazing!"

Jun Shaochen exaggeratedly gave Jun Ruoan a thumbs up, but his eyes sneaked at Mo Shaoheng.

The kid also thinks that sweets have a special taste? !
Mo Shaoheng frowned suspiciously.

"What special taste, I just made it according to the normal method, I don't know what you are talking about. Okay, eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while!"

Jun Ruo'an gave Jun Shaochen a piece of braised pork and gagged his mouth.For some reason, she always felt that what her precious son said just now was a bit dangerous, although she couldn't find the specific reason.

"Little devil, you just said that the sweets outside have a taste that you don't like, can you tell what it is?"

Mo Shaoheng brought up the old matter again.

"I can't tell, I just don't like it anyway. Some people say that this feeling should be hereditary."

Smelly daddy, he has spoken so clearly, if stinky daddy still can't grasp the problem, it will be too shameful!

While stuffing braised pork into his mouth, Jun Shaochen raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Shaoheng.

"Genetic?"

Mo Shaoheng was even more puzzled.

Jun Ruo'an finally knew what his precious son was doing, so he quickly interjected.

"What inheritance, I only heard that diseases are inherited, but I haven't heard that feelings can also be inherited, little devil, stop talking and trick us!"

(End of this chapter)