I thought I was pregnant with the male lead's cub

Shen Chengxing nodded, "That's good." Turning around, he slapped the garlic with a knife, and then chopped it into minced garlic. These were movements that were so familiar to him that he couldn't be more familiar with them, but the gaze behind him made him inexplicably nervous. The back of the neck exposed to the air is a little itchy, and the hands smell of minced garlic, so it's not easy to scratch it.

Shen Chengxing turned his head, his clothes were loose, and with his movements, the clothes were gathered, and the lines of the waist and abdomen were looming inside, looking at Fu Yi's eyes were clear and bright, "Fu Yi, go and wait outside, go eat some fruit first, They'll go bad if you don't eat them."

Fu Yi withdrew his distracted thoughts, looked at his eyes, raised the corners of his lips and nodded, "Okay, then I'll wait for you outside."

Shen Chengxing nodded, watching Fu Yi walk out the door, and the kitchen returned to its spacious appearance, Shen Chengxing was inexplicably relieved, but the back of his neck was still itchy, so he washed his hands and scratched.

The way he knows how to make noodles is very simple, put some oil and then heat the water, place the noodles, while waiting for the noodles to cook, Shen Chengxing took two smaller bowls, firstly, he will have dinner later, secondly, The noodles he cooked at home before were all blessed with vegetables, but today I am not sure about the taste.

After a while, the noodles were almost cooked, Shen Chengxing added some seasonings, ready to be served out of the pan.

At this time in the living room, Fu Yi had already washed a plate of fruit and put it on the table. Shen Anlian, who had practiced the dance once, stopped, blinked her big bright eyes at the fruit, and then looked up at Fu Yi.

The little thought in the eyes is very obvious.

"An'an wants to eat lychees?"

Shen Anlian nodded honestly, his black hair moved along, very soft.

Fu Yi looked at the curled lips, and lightly touched his head with his palm, and touched it, it was soft, like a ball of cotton candy, no wonder Shen Chengxing loved to touch it so much.

"Uncle Fu will strip it for you."

"Thank you, Uncle Fu." Shen Anlian walked to Fu Yi's side.

Fu Yi peeled off one, but suddenly thought that the child Peng Yong often talked about couldn't control his mouth, and he couldn't help it when he acted like a baby, which caused the child to get sick, so he didn't rush to give him the problem, and asked him, "Is An An Can't you eat more?"

"Father said that An An can eat two lychees a day." Shen Anlian raised her finger two.

Fu Yi touched his head lightly, then gave him the lychee, and then took one for himself, before he could peel the shell off.

There was a "bang" sound from the kitchen where the bowl collided with the tiles, followed by a "hiss". Fu Yi quickly got up and walked over.

In the kitchen, Shen Chengxing frowned slightly, raised his hand to his lips, and breathed out. In front of him were two bowls full of noodles, and the soup reached one-ninth of the bowl.

You can tell what's going on just by looking at it, Fu Yi walked up to him, took his hand and looked at it, the patch on the pad of his thumb was all red.

Fu Yi frowned.

Shen Chengxing was a little embarrassed. The bottom of Fu Yi's bowl was shallower than his. He didn't grasp it for a while and got scalded, but it was a trivial matter. It's not like he didn't get scalded when he usually cooks. alright.

There is almost no pain now, there is only a little burning, but the noodles will fall off again, "Fu Yi, I'm fine." I gently pumped my hand, and the front was smooth. Halfway through the pumping, the palm was completely covered. Pulling back unpreparedly, Shen Chengxing was stunned.

Fu Yi took his hand and put his fingers under the faucet.

When the cold water was poured on the thumb, the burning pain disappeared instantly, and it was quite comfortable. The corners of Shen Chengxing's mouth curled up, and he turned his head to look at Fu Yi.

Fu Yi took out a piece of paper, wiped the water off his hands, and said to him, "Wait here, I'll get the burn ointment."

Shen Chengxing simply took his hand away lazily, hummed, and waited here.

Just as Fu Yi turned around and went out, Shen Chengxing stared at his fingers in a daze. After a while, An An hugged his thigh. His voice was trembling, and his tone was a little panicked, "Dad, what's wrong with you."

Shen Chengxing rubbed his head, "Dad is fine, just got burned, An An don't worry."

Shen Anlian looked up at him, her black eyes were watery, and there was a suspicious mark around her lips.

Shen Chengxing pretended not to know, "What's on An An's lips?"

Shen Anlian raised his hand to touch it, and touched the sticky lychee juice with his fleshy little hand, "An An ate a lychee."