The sweet wife of the rich and wealthy: good night, sir

"I'm full." Ye Jue said again, his stomach was bulging, and he looked satisfied.

Xia Ying smiled, and was very happy that he liked the dishes he cooked, but she was worried that he would not be able to digest them because he ate so much.

"Don't go to bed too early tonight, drink a glass of yogurt, it can help digestion." She instructed.

"Yes." Ye Jue replied, and glanced at Ye Han beside him, as if he hadn't spoken much since he sat down.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" The little guy asked, as if he was thinking about something.

Xia Ying also sensed Yehan's silence, thinking that he didn't like her craft very much, so she said, "I don't know your taste, so I made it a little bland." She mainly focuses on children, and she thinks that small The guy is still young, too salty and too fresh to eat.

Yehan said, "It tastes good."

Xia Ying twitched the corners of her mouth, just pretending that he was speaking politely, after all, his reaction was a little flat.

And the reason why Ye Han didn't speak was because he was recalling the past just now, he was eating the dishes cooked by her own hands, and all he could think about was the past.

He still remembers the first time she cooked for him, making hand-rolled noodles, and that day he drove N1 to the villa to find her, and they went to the supermarket together to do some shopping, and when she came back, she made stewed beef brisket with tomatoes...

"My wife has made these dishes before, and the taste is very similar to yours." Ye Han felt touched and couldn't help it. He wanted her to know that she was really his Xiao Mo, Ye Jue's. Mother.

"Really?" Xia Ying's tone was calm, as if she was not very interested in this topic.

She didn't want to be anyone's substitute, and she didn't want to be anyone's shadow, so she was resisting from the bottom of her heart that he would compare his wife with her.

Ye Han pursed his lips, the light in his eyes became very dim.

Ye Jue looked at him, then at Xia Ying, feeling that the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

"Sister, I'll clean up for you." The little guy said, and Yeqiao subtly eased the atmosphere.

"No, no, no." Xia Ying replied, how could she ask him, a child, to help.

Ye Jue said, "You worked hard today."

Yehan also said, "Yes, you take a break, I'll help you."

Xia Ying said, "It's really not necessary, I can do it myself."

Yehan and Yejue looked at each other again, and the two father and son understood each other tacitly.

The little guy had a bright heart, and immediately walked to Xia Ying's side, took her by the hand and walked to the sofa, sat down and said, "Sister, you can take a rest, let my father wash the dishes for you, I will chat with you."

After Xia Ying sat down, she stood up again, "No need, you guys go back and rest earlier."

Ye Jue said, "I'm too full to talk." Then Fei dragged her to sit on the double sofa.

"This..." Xia Ying felt that this was not good, how could she ask the guests to stay and wash the dishes?

"My dad ate a lot just now, let him wash the dishes." Ye Jue replied, still acting cute, "Okay, it's settled like that."

Xia Ying opened her mouth and heard Ye Han clearing up the dishes.

She turned her head and looked at the restaurant with an unnatural expression.

"Sister, can you open that gift?" At this time, Ye Jue lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, thinking about the gift Ye Han gave him!

"Oh." Xia Ying just casually put the gift in the pocket of her apron just now, and she took it out after hearing him mention it.