Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

Yan Rongrong blushed, lowered her eyes, and took a shovel to flip the pancakes, she whispered.

"You go outside and wait a while, don't make trouble."

Si Boheng wrapped his arms around her slender waist, took a deep breath, and smiled lightly.

"Then what do you think I should call me?"

Yan Rongrong held the spatula, a little at a loss, she thought for a while, then suddenly smiled slyly, and turned to look at Si Boheng.

"That's...uncle?"

Si Boheng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, he straightened up.

"I say……"

"Yes, I think it's very appropriate to be called Uncle. I used to think this title is very heartwarming. Well, it's such a happy decision."

Interrupted by Yan Rongrong, Si Boheng's mouth twitched fiercely, and he asked.

"It's really heartwarming?"

Yan Rongrong nodded seriously.

"Yes, Uncle President is so gentle and talkative, very heartwarming!"

Si Boheng stared at Yan Rongrong and sighed softly.

"Okay, let's leave it at that for the time being, but after the two of us get the certificates, the name will have to be changed."

Yan Rongrong's lips trembled, and she pushed him with a suppressed smile.

"Okay, you go out quickly, you can eat right away."

Si Boheng looked at the kitchen, unbuttoned his cuff buttons, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his well-proportioned and powerful forearms.

"What can I do for you?"

Yan Rongrong had baked a piece of cake again, she scooped it out and put it on a plate, she pushed Si Boheng.

"You don't need your help. Go out and wash your hands quickly, and change your clothes. I'll wash them for you in a while."

Si Boheng frowned, and came out of the kitchen to look around, only to realize that neither Aunt Wen nor Geng Huan were there.

"Where's Aunt Wen?"

Yan Rongrong blinked her eyes, she didn't know why Aunt Wen didn't come, but she was afraid that Si Boheng would reprimand Aunt Wen, so she turned around and asked.

"What? I cook for you, don't you like it?"

Si Boheng's eyes dimmed slightly. This girl, with her coquettish appearance, is really not afraid of him?

"Bao'er, I sternly warn you, don't look at me like this."

Yan Rongrong smiled, turned her head and hurried to do her own work.

"Don't go into the kitchen, your clothes smell of pancakes, and it's time for your employees to talk about you when you go to the company."

Si Boheng froze for a moment, raised his sleeves and smelled his clothes, it was indeed a little bit.

He washed his hands first, went back to the bedroom and changed into home clothes, looked at the suit and shirt he had changed, and hung them directly in the bedroom.

When she came out, Yan Rongrong was already serving vegetables, fried lettuce with vegetables, garlic chicken wings, she also mixed a piece of broccoli and put the leftover fungus.

Si Boheng looked at the few monotonous dishes on the table, and they were really light. The only dish of meat was the chicken wings, which looked bright in color and had a strong garlic aroma.

Si Boheng has always had a light taste, but in fact he has never eaten so much garlic. Looking at this plate of chicken wings today, he has an appetite.

He took the rice from Yan Rongrong's hand and put it down, then put his arms around her, and Yan Rongrong quickly put his hands on his chest.

"What are you doing, uncle, you... let's eat."

Does Si Boheng think that the title of uncle is not as pleasant as Mr. Si?

He untied Yan Rongrong's apron, took it off, backed away politely, and even shook Yan Rongrong.

"Where do you want to go?"

Yan Rongrong bit her lip.

At this moment, the door opened, and the two turned their heads to look over at the same time, only to see Aunt Wen looking in.

When she saw Yan Rongrong and Si Boheng, she pushed open the door in surprise.

"Hey, are you... woke up?"

Yan Rongrong immediately sat down and covered her face with her hands, Aunt Wen had a big misunderstanding.

Si Boheng's face was dark.

"Aunt Wen, you are quite old, what do you think about in a day?"

Aunt Wen held a large tray in her hand, which contained several dishes, including beef in sauce, boiled prawns, steamed sea bass, cold okra, cashew nuts and celery, fried pork liver, and a black-bone chicken soup with yam.

Aunt Wen walked over with a smile, not afraid of Si Boheng at all, she even looked at him with a bit of complaint.

"Master, I have seen it all, no need to explain,"

Si Boheng's face was ugly, and he didn't bother to explain.

Aunt Wen put the tray on the dining table, and said to Yan Rongrong with a smile.

"Rongrong, you can't let the young master do everything. You have to pay attention to your body. I made you a dish to replenish your energy and blood. You have to make up for the loss as soon as possible."

Si Boheng held his forehead, he really couldn't tell.

Yan Rongrong looked at Aunt Wen and smiled, and helped put the dishes on the table one by one.

"Aunt Wen, I see, thank you, but you cook these dishes... next door?"

"Yeah, I thought you would be tired, so I didn't dare to bother you. I've prepared the dishes. I came here to see if you're up. I didn't expect you to eat all of this."

She looked at the original three dishes on the table and asked Yan Rongrong.

"You did all this?"

Yan Rongrong nodded.

"Oh, I... I don't do exquisite things, I can only do some homely things."

"Hey, this home-cooked meal is the most homely, isn't it, Master?"

Si Boheng glanced at her, but ignored her.

He felt that his authority had really plummeted, and he wanted to put on a straight face, but when he saw the pretty and fluffy face sitting there, the coldness that had just burst out of his face dissipated immediately.

"Aunt Wen, sit down and eat quickly."

Aunt Wen waved her hand.

"No need, Geng Huan and I will go to eat next door, you guys eat, I'll come back later to clean up."

Aunt Wen hurried away with the tray.

The dining table originally only had three dishes, but now it is full. Looking at these dishes, Yan Rongrong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She couldn't cook such dishes, for example, the sauced beef wouldn't have such a taste, and the soup couldn't be made either. To thick but not greasy.

Si Boheng took a piece of fish with his chopsticks, carefully picked out the thorns and put it into the velvet bowl.

"Eat, why are you in a daze?"

"Oh"

Yan Rongrong took a bite, um, the fish tastes good too, Aunt Wen definitely has the level of a chef, every dish is cooked so well.

But as she ate, she realized that Si Boheng would put fish and beef for her, while he would only put lettuce and broccoli for himself, and occasionally a chicken wing.

"Si...uncle, why don't you eat beef?"

Si Boheng looked at her helplessly.

"Bao'er, I don't mind calling you Uncle, let's not add the surname, okay?"

Yan Rongrong chuckled.

"Well, okay, no, then why don't you eat beef?"

"I think your cooking is delicious, especially delicious."

Looking at him, Yan Rongrong felt warmth and sweetness in his heart. My lover likes to eat the dishes you cook. This is a very satisfying and happy thing.

spouse!

This word came directly to her mind. It turned out that Si Boheng was already her lover unknowingly, and he was no longer just the father of her child.

After the two had finished eating, Yan Rongrong wanted to clean up the dishes, but Si Boheng stopped her and asked her to rest, and wait for Aunt Wen to come and clean up.

Yan Rongrong didn't insist either, Aunt Wen should come over soon.

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