The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

"Let me see where it hurts?" Cheng Huan didn't feel anything abnormal when she turned her head. She changed her posture and looked at the star's fingers. There was nothing unusual on it, Bai Jingjing.

Xing Xing didn't care about his fingers anymore. He looked at her with his big eyes open, looked for a while and then moved to Jiang Mingyuan, and then looked at her again.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Huan couldn't understand the expression on his face.

The child hesitated, suddenly stood on tiptoe to his ear, and asked in a not so small voice: "Mom, did you and dad just kiss you?"

In modern society, there are many channels for obtaining information. Even children under five know that adults will kiss each other when they express a good feeling.

Cheng Huan was stunned by what he said.

I automatically cut out the corresponding scenes in my mind and replayed them. The touches that were originally ignored are added a touch of charming color in the replays over and over again.

Warmth quietly filled the roots of his ears, with the tip of his tongue pressed against his upper jaw, Cheng Huan even breathed lightly.The kitchen seemed extremely quiet, and only the stars curiously asked if they were kissing.

Cheng Huan clenched tightly, not knowing how to answer. She was embarrassed, and wanted to know the reaction of the other party. She used the star watcher as a cover, changed her position slightly, and glanced up.

I saw a man who seemed calm but whose eyes were scattered and his ears were reddish.

After confirming that the other person was not much calmer than him, Cheng Huan felt strangely balanced. She coughed lightly, turned her eyes to her gossiping son, and changed the subject: "Does your hand hurt?"

When she said this, Xing Xing really got distracted, changed her expression and continued to cry and said, "It hurts."

"It should be peeled garlic, just wait for the bubble with hot milk." Cheng Huan was a little proud of successfully diverting her son's attention. She pinched the child's fat face and got up to get the milk.

After dealing with her son, Cheng Huan was unable to face the child's father for the time being. She lowered her eyes and stared at the toes of her shoes and walked outside. She had already circled far enough and was still held by the man when she passed by Jiang Mingyuan.

"I'll go." He seemed to have returned to normal. After saying a word, he strode out, opened the refrigerator and took out a can of milk.

The boxed milk is poured into the milk pan and heated. The man does not look squinted, his back is straight, and his generous back looks a bit silent, but his sense of existence is strong enough to be ignored.

His performance made Cheng Huan calm down. Although it was still a bit embarrassing, he could control these emotions and continue cooking.

Peel the ginger and slice it, cut the green onion into sections, wash the garlic that has just been peeled, and add dried chili and millet peppers together.

Put the oil in the pot to heat, pour the seasoning and chopped sauerkraut and stir fry to get a fragrance, add the broth, cover and heat.

The milk heats up very quickly, and it is ready when Cheng Huan pours the oil. Jiang Mingyuan pours it into a large bowl and lets the stars put their hands in to soak.

It is the first time for Xingxing to drink cow brain every day. It is the first time to soak his hands with milk.

"Dad." He asked in the voice of the range hood working: "Does it become white after soaking milk?"

Jiang Mingyuan was silent for a while: "...This father doesn't know."

"Why doesn't Dad know?" Xingxing seemed difficult to understand. In his eyes, Dad is omnipotent. How could he not know this little problem?

His gaze was too strong, as if he wanted to see through his skin whether his father was possessed by a stranger. Jiang Mingyuan was stared at him speechlessly, and he pressed his other hand against his head and rubbed it twice. : "Because Dad doesn't need to whiten."

"But the female classmates in our class said that boys are for nothing so that some people like it." Under the pressure from his father, Xingxing firmly raised his head: "Is my father white?"

Jiang Mingyuan: "..."

"Dad, you are for nothing, so mom will like you."

Jiang Mingyuan: "...Where did you learn this fallacy?"

"It's not a fallacious reason!" Xingxing firmly defended his theory. Hearing his father questioned, he snorted, ran to Cheng Huan with short legs, and directly grabbed the corner of her clothes with the hand stained with milk and pulled Trying to prove to yourself: "Mom, do you like Dad for nothing?"

Cheng Huan was in front of a happy melon-eating crowd, but never expected that the flames of war would hit him.

She paused for her stir-frying action, glanced down at her son, tightened her back, and decided that she didn't hear her.

However, this trick was obviously useless to Xingxing. Without hearing the answer, he asked again and pulled her clothes to attract attention.

Cheng Huan poured the stock broth prepared on the side into the pot, added fish skulls, turned the heat to high and covered the lid, lowered his head to meet his son's eyes, and said something irrelevant: "Go wash your hands."

"Oh." Xing opened his fingers and found that his hands were sticky. He peeked at the stain on the corners of his mother's clothes, spit out his tongue, and took the stool to obediently wash his hands.

After washing his hands, the little guy shook his hands and wiped them clean on his pants, before continuing with the previous question: "Mom, do you like Dad for nothing?"

Why hasn't he forgotten this question?!!

Cheng Huan's heart broke down, and he didn't know what to say about this cheating little guy.

The child was still asking persistently, and the person who asked could not continue to be silent. Cheng Huan stared at the lid, faintly feeling that the sight behind him was a little hot.

Faced with the child's question, she said vaguely, and in the next second, a low and sweet chuckle sounded behind her.Jiang Mingyuan heard a satisfactory answer and finally came to rescue the poor cook.

He walked over, washed the dishes and set aside, took a piece of paper to wipe off the water on the back of the star's hand, touched his little face and said, "Okay, let's not disturb my mother cooking."

After speaking, he reached out and picked up the little guy.

Xingxing was held in his arms by his father and did not resist at all.He stretched out his arm around his father's neck, his face was grinning, and his voice was full of joy: "Dad, mom says I like you."

"Ok."

"I like you too."

"Ok."

"Then father, do you like me and mother?"

The two walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Amid the sound of the range hood working, Cheng Huan heard the "Um" that did not really exist.

The broth was boiled for ten minutes on a high fire, and the soup in the pot had turned white. Cheng Huan took the fish bones out, poured the fish fillets, and simmered on a low heat for two minutes. The dish was fine.

One fish is a lot, and there are only three people in the family, and one dish is enough.Cheng Huan took the pot and poured a pot of sauerkraut fish into the soup bowl. When he saw the pattern on the mouth of the bowl, he remembered that the bowl had just washed his hands for the star. When it came to washing his hands, he remembered the question asked by the star, and then inevitably thought about it. Is that a positive answer?

Thinking of this, her face began to heat up again afterwards.Cheng Huan pressed the back of her hand to her face, biting her lower lip to wash the pot.Jiang Mingyuan and Xingxing were in the living room, and no one noticed her as a young girl carrying spring.

Cheng Huan didn't boil hot water when washing the pot. The cold water flow was enough to calm people down. She dried the pot and hung it up and asked the other two to come over for dinner.

The two people in the living room heard the sound putting down their toys, and Jiang Mingyuan took the stars to wash his hands.After washing his hands, Jiang Mingyuan consciously divided the three people's bowls and chopsticks, and the division of labor and cooperation was perfect.

The sauerkraut fish was piled up in the soup bowl. The sauerkraut was carefully washed, and it was not too sour and fresh enough to eat. The fish slices were extremely thin and melted in the mouth.The two diners, one large and one small, didn't say much nonsense, and only expressed their likes with the speed of the dishes.

There is a lot of chili in the fish, and I don’t feel it when I first eat it. If I eat more, I feel spicy.

Cheng Huan was okay. The father and son couldn't stand it after a long time. The stars were more obvious. They "hissed" and called for water while inhaling; while Jiang Mingyuan, there was always no expression on his face. I couldn't stand being spicy, but he looked serious, but his face was a little red, and his eyes were more hydrated.

The water vapor in his eyes and the blush on his face made him "soft", and after abandoning his aura, he looked extraordinarily consistent with the beautiful man image described in the history books.

Cheng Huan is a very faithful face-controller. It doesn’t matter if she hasn’t noticed it before. When she notices it, her eyes can’t be removed from his face. I’m afraid that people will find out that she hasn’t been watching for a long time, so she takes a glance and looks away. When the aftertaste is enough, take another look.

She did it quite concealed, but unfortunately there were three people on the table. It was too difficult for someone to not notice. After only looking at it three or four times, she was caught.

Jiang Ming is not very good at spicy food. Last time he came to eat hot pot, he could also choose mandarin duck pot. Now he hasn't let him choose pickled fish. His spicy mouth is hot, but he wants to eat it again. The redder the face, the more often Cheng Huan looked.

"Look at me for what?" He raised his head and asked when he felt the gaze from the side.

When someone caught the peeping, Cheng Huan's vision was a little erratic. She was dumb for a while, and her chopsticks poked the rice in the bowl. After a while, she found Jiang Mingyuan was still looking at her, and she was embarrassed and courageously molested: "Look. You look good."

Generally speaking, they are afraid of ruthlessness, and those who love face can't be shameless.After she said this, the embarrassing one became Jiang Mingyuan, and he lowered his eyes in a panic, as if the white rice was the color of heaven.

Cheng Huan consciously won the next city, feeling a little happy, but before she was happy for long, the counterattack from the opposite came.

Jiang Mingyuan held a grain of rice, staring at the end of the chopsticks, calmly thanked her for her praise, and added: "You are also very beautiful."