The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Cheng Huan was a little tired, and for a moment wondered if he was stupid, and would discuss this issue with this kid.

She and Xingxing looked at each other for a while, curled her lips and opened her eyes, and simply shook the pot: "Then ask Dad."

So Jiang Mingyuan received a call from his son within a few minutes after receiving Cheng Huan's call.

He had just eaten, and when he received the call, he was a little strange. He thought something was wrong, but as soon as he connected, he received a complaint from his son: "Dad, do you dislike me!"

"Why?" Jiang Mingyuan was astonished, thinking who was instigating his son. The first thing he thought of was his mother, and his expression became gloomy: "Who told you this?"

"No one said, I just know!" Xing Xing put his hand on his waist, thinking more and more angry: "You send flowers to my mother, but not to me, it must be because you don't like me!"

Following Cheng Huan, Jiang Mingyuan also had nothing to say about his son.

He apologized to his mother and felt that he shouldn't doubt her so much. He took two deep breaths and paused before asking helplessly: "Do the stars want flowers too?"

"Yes!" He said affirmatively.

"Well, baby, wait. After about half an hour, uncle will send the flowers, OK?"

"Okay!" After getting a satisfactory result, the child is not angry anymore. He put down his waist and sat back on the sofa, shaking his little feet and confessing to his father: "I like you, father, too."

"Dad also likes stars."

Then he said pitifully: "But I don't have money to buy flowers."

"It's okay..." Jiang Mingyuan sighed: "Dad doesn't like flowers, so I don't need to send stars."

Hearing that he kept his piggy bank, Xingxing was even happier. The meat on his cheeks was squeezed into two balls, and he happily said goodbye to his father, and completely implemented the attitude of throwing it away when he used it up: "Dad, I will play with toys. Up."

"Then father died, goodbye baby."

"Goodbye Dad!"

Ending the call, Xing Xing put down his hands and proudly showed off to his mother: "Daddy flowers will be delivered soon!"

"Yeah." Cheng Huan didn't want to say anything after listening to the whole process. She ignored her son's troubles, turned around and opened the refrigerator to take out the pineapple from it, ready to cook.

Jiang Mingyuan said it would be there in half an hour, but in fact it would be there in less than half an hour.

It was Qi Shan who came to send the flowers, because the flower shop was too slow, and the owner had another customer to see, so he had to do it for him.

He held a bouquet of flowers, rang the doorbell, a clear homophony came from inside, and then the security door opened in front of his eyes.

The one who came to open the door was a small beanie who was not too tall. He raised his head and fixed his eyes on the flower he was holding. He stretched out his hand to pick him up: "Uncle, this is for me from my father."

"Yes, it's for you." Qi Shan delivered the flowers to him and asked about the sweet smell of food. He raised his head and nodded to Cheng Huan, who came out of the kitchen, and said to her: "If not For other things, I will leave first."

"It's okay." Cheng Huan walked over, a little apologetic: "The kid is playful, please have to run."

"It's okay, it just happens that I'm fine at noon, so I'm here to do errands." Qi Shan waved his hand and said particularly against his will.

A joke, it's likely that the proprietress and the young master will live here in the future. No matter how busy he is, he has to say it's okay. What if he seems unhappy and offends people by accident?

Qi Shan didn't stay long after he finished speaking, and left when he said he had something to do.

When he walked into the elevator, Cheng Huancai closed the door and looked at the bunch of flowers in Xingxing's hand.

This flower is also a big bouquet, with some gypsophila in the middle of the pink star flower, which looks pretty good.

Xingxing held the bouquet that was much wider than him, a little strange: "Why are my flowers different from my mother's?"

"The star is called Fanxinghua, isn't it pretty?" Cheng Huan ignored his entanglement and introduced him the name of the flower.

Hearing that the flowers inside were the same as his own name, the stars fell in love with them. He placed the flowers on the ground, lit the petals of the starry flowers with his little hands, shook his head, and continued to shook his head: "This flower is more beautiful! Still beautiful!"

"Oh." Cheng Huan said with an indifferent face, looking at his son on the ground: "The pineapple rice at noon is no longer for you."

"No mom!"

Hearing that there was nothing to eat, Xingxing couldn't even count his little flowers. He jumped up and rushed over to hold Cheng Huan's thigh: "Mom, I want to eat!"

Cheng Huan snorted and ignored him, dragging a small tail to the kitchen.

Xingxing was really afraid that he would not be able to eat, he became extremely attentive for a while, and he didn't know how many good things he said, so he could do whatever he wanted.

With this effort, he almost cried with excitement when he saw the half-emptied pineapple served with the meal before his eyes.

The child took a spoon and picked a piece of pineapple into his mouth. After chewing, he sighed to her: "Mom, eating is so difficult."

"..."

Jiang Mingyuan talked about sitting down, and every morning after that, Cheng Huan could receive a bunch of fresh roses.

When she received the flowers in person the next day, she was still shy, and when she received more, she could treat it with a normal heart.

There were too many flowers sent, and the bottles at home were full. Cheng Huan didn't want to waste, so he planned to use these roses to make some rose jam.

Cut the flowers from the branches, remove the receptacle, rinse with dry water, add sugar to knead the juice, then bottling and pressing, and seal the top with honey.

The prepared flower sauce needs to be stored in the refrigerator for one month before being eaten. Cheng Huan used the roses sent these days to make a bottle of flower sauce. After it was set, it was the weekend.

For those whose children are already on vacation and the shop does not have to go every day, there is not much difference between weekends and working days. However, thinking that Jiang Mingyuan will come to help them move today, Cheng Huan still got up a little earlier.

The moving matter has been discussed in the past few days. Cheng Huan still lives downstairs, while Xingxing has rooms upstairs and downstairs. The little guy was not satisfied with the result and made a fuss. Later Jiang Mingyuan didn’t know to talk to him. After whispering something, the little guy reluctantly accepted this fact.

In the evening in winter, when Cheng Huan got up, the sun had just come out of the mountain. After she finished washing, the sun seemed to warm up.

She washes rice and cooks porridge, puts some white fungus and lily in the porridge, sets the time, and then makes spring rolls.

The seasoning in the spring rolls needs to be fried first. Cheng Huan puts the fillings into the pot in batches, and when they are cooked and served, they heard the doorbell ring.

"So early?" She was a little strange. Usually the flower shop would not send flowers until around eight or nine o'clock, and the end was an hour or two earlier.

She put down the spatula, washed her hands, didn't even take off her apron, and went to open the door.

The door opened, and a bouquet of roses came in front of him. Cheng Huan reached out and took it. Instead of receiving the receipt for signatures, he heard a nice bass: "Morning."

An exclamation of "Why are you?" was pressed into his throat. Cheng Huan was stunned on the spot, with crimson visible on his face. He covered half of his face with a bouquet of flowers, and said with his eyes down, "Why did you come so early?" "

"Wake up a little earlier." Jiang Mingyuan glanced at her calmly and found the other person's embarrassment. He coughed, raised the corner of his mouth, and actively changed the subject: "Are you making breakfast?"

"Yes." Speaking of her field of expertise, Cheng Huan appeared to be relaxed a lot. She sniffed the bouquet of roses secretly. She felt that today's flowers were very beautiful and the fragrance was better. She pursed her lips. Put the flower on the coffee table, turn around and pretend to say relaxedly: "Did you not eat in the morning? Or else eat here."

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan naturally wouldn't refuse. He nodded and pointed to the bedroom: "There are no stars."

She thought the man wanted to see his son, and said casually: "No, you can call him up."

"No, wait for him to wake up." Jiang Mingyuan refused, and walked into the kitchen with Cheng Huan, watched her pick the fillings and put it on a thin crust, and asked what she was doing.

"To make spring rolls, the fillings are already cooked, just wrap them and fry them."

This work didn't seem to be too difficult. Jiang Mingyuan saw that she had finished one roll, so he asked for help.

Cheng Huan considered it and agreed, so the man washed his hands, raised his cuffs, and started to help make breakfast.

The spring roll stuffing is packed in a plate, and the two people stand on both sides of the station, very close to each other.

Jiang Mingyuan's cuffs were pushed up, revealing his smooth forearms. His arms are white, with slightly raised veins and full of hormones.