Spoil the Flash Marriage Wife

"Dinner!"

Ye Xiangwan came out of the kitchen with fragrant pearl rice. She looked at her in the living room.

Especially the small ones, whose eyes are big and bright. Just looking at them makes people want to hug and kiss fiercely. It's so cute!

"Aunt made shrimp. It must be much better than spicy fish!"

Ye Xiangwan blinked at Qin Huaihe. "Miao Miao, go wash your hands and taste your aunt's craft."

"Good!"

Qin Huaihe was a very proud child. He immediately threw down the building blocks and puzzles in his hand, opened his arms and looked at Qin Jingxuan with bright eyes, looking like a hug.

Qin Jingxuan couldn't stand the child selling cute. He grabbed him under his arm and teased him to the bathroom.

"Ha ha... Dad, don't hold me like this. I'm so scared!"

Qin Huaihe was sandwiched under his armpit by his father. His two small hands held Qin Jingxuan's clothes tightly and shouted loudly.

Ye Xiangwan put down his things and turned his head to see that he was happy.

This is funny!

Good arm strength. It's so easy to clip a child up.

And Miao Miao, you shout fear on your mouth. Why are your eyes bright and full of happiness? Your little face is red. You obviously like your father playing with you like this!

I don't see where you're afraid, little guy.

Although ye Xiangwan was sick in her heart, she saw the father and son getting along, and she felt very envious.

Seeing Qin Jingxuan's gentle expression on his face and Qin Huaihe's almost flying with joy, ye Xiangwan has a hot place in his heart.

If the man who spent money to buy her eggs could treat the child who had no chance with her like Qin Jingxuan, she would thank the gods and Buddhas.

Listening to Qin Huaihe in the bathroom, he hummed a strange tune while washing his hands obediently. That joy also infected ye Xiangwan.

If she married someone in the future, her family could be filled with such laughter and immature songs anytime and anywhere, that would be great.

When the father and son washed their hands, ye Xiangwan put the dishes and chopsticks in order and sat next to the table waiting for them.

Qin Jingxuan led Qin Huaihe's little hand to the table, and the corners of his mouth picked up slightly.

She's not at all.

A voice whispered in his heart.

Ye Xiangwan really didn't treat herself as an outsider. Today's food was bought by her with money and made by herself. She thought that no one would talk about her if she ate it.

When she saw the father and son sitting down, she got up and filled them with a small bowl of soup.

The clear white gourd kelp soup with soup noodles is sprinkled with a little green coriander and chopped chives. It gives off tempting fragrance as the soup noodles sway.

"Miao Miao, this is yours."

Ye Xiangwan put the small soup bowl in front of Miao Miao and said gently, "try it quickly. Does your aunt make it to your taste?"

While waiting for Qin Huaihe's evaluation, she put another bowl of soup in front of Qin Jingxuan.

Qin Jingxuan said thank you. They smiled at Qin Huaihe together.

Qin Huaihe looked at Qin Jingxuan and ye Xiangwan with his big shining eyes. He was very happy.

This kind of picture really seems that parents and babies eat together!

He picked up the small soup bowl, blew it, and took a small sip.

"It smells good, drink well!"

The fragrance of white gourd and the salty smell of kelp are fried at the tip of the tongue. Qin Huaihe wants to swallow his tongue together.

He used to be in the capital. The Qin family had a special chef responsible for cooking. Although the food cooked by the Fat Chef was delicious, it was a little boring from snacks to five years old.

Now, Qin Huaihe feels so happy to have a taste of the food made by Ye Xiangwan with the taste of home. He wants to drink the soup made by his aunt all his life.

Qin Jingxuan was surprised to see that Qin Huaihe was so happy that his eyes narrowed. Is this soup really so delicious?

He gracefully picked up the small bowl and took a sip.

The tip of the tongue tasted it, and the taste was medium to upper.

It's not as good as the chef in the restaurant, but it's a little better than the craft of ordinary people.

Well, it's good for home.

There is a smell of home.

"It's delicious."

Qin Jingxuan looked at ye Xiangwan, who was waiting for praise, and spoke softly.

Ye Xiangwan was very happy to receive the same praise from his father and son.

The happiest thing for a cook is that his cooking is eaten up, praised and delicious. With the support of guests, smoking and burning in the kitchen seems to be a very enjoyable thing.

"Just eat more if you like. By the way, tell me about your taboos. I'll pay attention to them in the future."

"No, neither of us is picky."

Qin Jingxuan picked up his chopsticks and tasted pugua fried tofu. It was delicious and delicious.

Ye Xiangwan looked at Qin Huaihe who drank soup one mouthful at a time in surprise. "Miao Miao is so small that he is not picky about food? Good boy! "

Some of her high school classmates got married after failing in the college entrance examination. Now their children are over three years old. They often complain in the group of students about how picky their children are and how difficult it is to take care of them. Serving a child is the same as serving an ancestor. They say they simply don't know how a family with seven or eight children raised their children in the past.

She listened to many complaints from her classmates and always thought that children were naughty and difficult to serve. However, Qin Huaihe completely broke her cognition and let her find that children can also be very cute, good and lovely.

If they are babies like Qin Huaihe, she thinks that she can easily raise ten or eight.

Qin Huaihe took a small spoon specially equipped for him by Ye Xiangwan, scooping shrimp and diced vegetables one by one.

Hearing ye Xiangwan's praise, he blushed and said embarrassed, "Grandpa said that if I want to be good, my father will love me. If I'm not good, my father will not want me."

He has been trying to learn to be a good child in order to get Qin Jingxuan's love when living with Qin Jingxuan one day.

Hearing Qin Huaihe say so, Qin Jingxuan felt a slight pain in his heart.

He reached out and rubbed Qin Huaihe's small head, took a chopstick and put the oil tofu in Qin Huaihe's small bowl, "Dad loves you."

"I love dad, too!"

Qin Huaihe responded happily. He wanted his father to say he loved him every day.

Ye Xiangwan looked at the interaction between father and son opposite and silently bit his chopsticks.

She doesn't want to admit it. She's jealous of the father and son!

Knowing that she hasn't got married yet, she is a lonely person who has no children to love. They keep playing father son love to stimulate her, hem.

So she took a chopstick of balsam pear and put it into Qin Huaihe bowl. She deliberately and gently said, "balsam pear can relieve the summer heat. Miao Miao can eat more, and her body will be great!"

She won't say that she wants to see the lovely appearance of a child with a bitter face and humming not to eat balsam pear!