President Daddy is super strong

The mother and the son had a funny dinner. When they were cleaning up the dishes, the kid was very active to help. Muqiqi smiled and didn't refuse, because she thought that children should exercise since childhood.

Although he is still young, he will grow up day by day. He can't rely on other people's care at that time. That will really become the second generation of the rich.

Now the family is very pampered with children, but she doesn't want her son to be like that.

So it's still good to train him to do something within his power from now on.

The son helped her to put the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen. She stood by the sink to wash them, while the son stood by and looked at them. After she cleaned them, the son took the kitchen tissue and wiped the dishes and chopsticks little by little and put them back in the cupboard.

Mother and son cooperate with each other and enjoy each other. They clean up the dishes and chopsticks in a short time.

The little guy looks at her with his head askew. "Mommy, should we cook for daddy now?"

Little star's heart has been thinking about daddy didn't have dinner, so after cleaning up the kitchen, the little guy asked mommy for the first time.

Muqiqi was so happy to see his son so sensible. He reached out and rubbed the top of the little guy's head. He smiled and said, "OK, let's do it now. Think about it. What's daddy's favorite food? Mommy will do it."

The little guy put his hands on his temples and thought about it carefully. Then he said with a smile, "as long as it's made by mommy, daddy loves it." This words, Muqiqi listen to the heart of the beautiful Zizi.

"Little mouth, honey?" Slightly attached to the body, Mu Qiqi points the little guy's little mouth, sweet way.

"What I said is true, not only daddy, but also me, at least mummy. We all think it's delicious. It's delicious on earth!"

The more he said, the more he lost his edge. Muqi kissed him on the little guy's face. "Well, let's make dumplings for daddy?"

"Yes, I want to make dumplings." The little guy is so happy to make dumplings. He likes to do it himself.

"Mommy will meet first. You can play for a while. When you start packing, Mommy will call you." Muqiqi touched the little guy's face and said.

"No, I'm here to watch Mommy. I want to be with you."

How can Muqiqi refuse such a warm-hearted little warm man? He has to promise obediently, "well, then you'll be here watching Mommy do it. Nothing is allowed to move, OK?"

"Good!"

The downstairs mother and son are having a lot of fun, while someone upstairs is having a video conference, with a gloomy face, seems to have some problems.

In an hour, the mother and the son put the dumplings into the pot. The little guy stood by looking forward to it. "Mommy, do you think Daddy will recognize that it's me?"

Mu Qiqi smiled and turned to look at his son, "Let Daddy guess later, and see if he can guess."

The little guy nodded, "I think Daddy's intelligence will do it."

While the mother and son were talking, the dumplings in the pot floated up. Muqiqi added a small bowl of water to the pot. When the pot started again, he fished out the dumplings with thin skin and big filling and put them in the dumpling plate.

"Mommy, I want to try one first." The little guy who had just eaten looked at the hot dumplings as if he was hungry, and his saliva would come out.

"Mommy will put it in your small bowl, and you will eat it slowly. Mommy will send it to Daddy, OK?" Muqiqi whispered.

"Good!"